Our home seems to have become somewhat of a boarding house for wayward animals. Except that they aren't really wayward. They're just sort of...displaced. Sometimes things go very well with the adoptee (like our blue parakeet, Daba Dee, who is sitting above my singing as I write) and sometimes, they don't go so well (like with our dearly departed, Snoopy, the bassett hound who met her untimely demise under the wheels of my father's van). In addition to these, we've been given rabbits, a black lab, a one-eyed chameleon (who also recently passed away, but she was three years old and had health problems when we received her), cats, turtles, zebra finches, and, very soon, ponies. Yesterday, we were greeted by a new family member, Clover. Clover is a young pot-bellied pig, and she came to us from our friend David M., who seems to have quite an affinity for animals, much like my children and I do.
clover is pretty amazing. She's very smart, potty trained, and enjoys being scratched on the belly. I've been warned not to allow her to sleep in my bed (as IF!) because I might be sleeping on the floor before long, so I've insisted that the advice holds true for the kids as well. Unlike me, they DO want the pig to sleep with them. Okay, okay. I'll admit it. It would be kinda neat. But I won't give in to such farcical behavior. I wouldn't tell YOU about it, anyway.
If you have any experience with pot-bellied pigs and would like to share tricks, tips, advice, warnings, uproarious laughter, whatever, feel free to bring it on.
I must be insane.
But isn't she CUTE?
