Post by Christine on Dec 10, 2007 6:15:11 GMT -5
Thanks Guys. Nice of you to forewarn me. I log in to ask some simple questions about pigs, and everyone tells me how wonderful they are, how smart they are, and how friendly they are. Did it ever occur to y'all to warn me that pigs are booby trapped?
Last night, I got the bright idea to bring Winston up to the house (from the garage) so that he'd have company, a warm room and the opportunity to watch Animal Planet on TV. I also wanted to introduce the pets to the new guy. I figured that having been weaned from his mom at four weeks, he probably missed her, and some play time might do him some good. Figuring he probably wouldn't be real good about potty issues yet, I put down a tarp on the living room floor, and went down to the garage to fetch him.
First problem. No one told me that pigs had a built-in alarm system. As soon as I picked him up in a towel, he started screaming. I never thought that something that small could scream so loud. He kept screaming the entire trip up the stairs to my apartment. The cats who initially were interested in the new guy, disappeared for the rest of the evening on account of the deafening racket.
Second problem. Pigs explode when they're upset. For ten minutes, Winston pooped everywhere - on the tarp, on my pants, on my shirt, on my socks, on my shoes. I even had poop on my face, hands, nose, and arms. I never thought that one animal had so much poop inside of him. Oh yes, and the poop stunk to high heaven. I've never smelled anything that compared to pig poop. My house soon filled with the most amazingly bad smell that had ever filled the living spaces. It was worse than spoiled chicken, Thai Fish Sauce, or a bottle of Chinese Garlic Chili Paste.
Despite the explosion and smells, I could have coped with this issue. I would have returned Winston to his pen (after cleaning him up with a paper towel), and could have washed my clothes. Unfortunately, Winston burrowed into my lap, stuck his snout under my arm, and fell asleep. He looked so content, happy, comfortable and warm that I didn't dare disturb him, so for 1 1/2 hours, I sat in a sea of poop soup while cuddling a pig.
Right now, my clothes are in the washer, and Winston is eating an overripe banana while snuggling in his pig house, and I'm smelling pig everywhere I now go.
Any ideas how to get pig smell off my hands?
BTW, he really is a smart, sweet animal. The smell does get better the longer you sniff it, and seeing him happy more than made up for any hardship related to the duty.
Kip
Last night, I got the bright idea to bring Winston up to the house (from the garage) so that he'd have company, a warm room and the opportunity to watch Animal Planet on TV. I also wanted to introduce the pets to the new guy. I figured that having been weaned from his mom at four weeks, he probably missed her, and some play time might do him some good. Figuring he probably wouldn't be real good about potty issues yet, I put down a tarp on the living room floor, and went down to the garage to fetch him.
First problem. No one told me that pigs had a built-in alarm system. As soon as I picked him up in a towel, he started screaming. I never thought that something that small could scream so loud. He kept screaming the entire trip up the stairs to my apartment. The cats who initially were interested in the new guy, disappeared for the rest of the evening on account of the deafening racket.
Second problem. Pigs explode when they're upset. For ten minutes, Winston pooped everywhere - on the tarp, on my pants, on my shirt, on my socks, on my shoes. I even had poop on my face, hands, nose, and arms. I never thought that one animal had so much poop inside of him. Oh yes, and the poop stunk to high heaven. I've never smelled anything that compared to pig poop. My house soon filled with the most amazingly bad smell that had ever filled the living spaces. It was worse than spoiled chicken, Thai Fish Sauce, or a bottle of Chinese Garlic Chili Paste.
Despite the explosion and smells, I could have coped with this issue. I would have returned Winston to his pen (after cleaning him up with a paper towel), and could have washed my clothes. Unfortunately, Winston burrowed into my lap, stuck his snout under my arm, and fell asleep. He looked so content, happy, comfortable and warm that I didn't dare disturb him, so for 1 1/2 hours, I sat in a sea of poop soup while cuddling a pig.
Right now, my clothes are in the washer, and Winston is eating an overripe banana while snuggling in his pig house, and I'm smelling pig everywhere I now go.
Any ideas how to get pig smell off my hands?
BTW, he really is a smart, sweet animal. The smell does get better the longer you sniff it, and seeing him happy more than made up for any hardship related to the duty.
Kip
