sbwertz
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A news article about a pet pig loose in Santa Monica this morning reminded me of my initiation into pigpen building. When I was about 15, my mom decided to raise a feeder pig. My job was to build the pigpen.
My first attempt looked great and held the piglet for about an hour. I beefed it up, and it lasted a day. Pigs are smart and strong, and although she only weighed about 20 lbs at that point. She managed to break out.
This continued for over a month. Soon she was too big for me to carry home and I would have to grab her hind legs and "wheelbarrow" her home, squealing all the way. The neighbors found it all very amusing.
FINALLY I put a hotwire up on the inside of the pen and jacked the power up to about twice what I used for a horse. That kept her at home!
I will never forget my mom, as the slaughterhouse picked her up, bawling "Her name's Petunia." I never liked her so well as when she was freezer wrapped!
My first attempt looked great and held the piglet for about an hour. I beefed it up, and it lasted a day. Pigs are smart and strong, and although she only weighed about 20 lbs at that point. She managed to break out.
This continued for over a month. Soon she was too big for me to carry home and I would have to grab her hind legs and "wheelbarrow" her home, squealing all the way. The neighbors found it all very amusing.
FINALLY I put a hotwire up on the inside of the pen and jacked the power up to about twice what I used for a horse. That kept her at home!
I will never forget my mom, as the slaughterhouse picked her up, bawling "Her name's Petunia." I never liked her so well as when she was freezer wrapped!
