Pigs, like people, are very intelligent. Also like people, they sometimes use that intelligence to be tremendous jerks. For the most part, my two house pigs, Gilly and Luna, have been wonderful. If you’re a regular reader of this newsletter, you don’t believe me, but you have to remember that the purpose of these emails is to highlight the worst moments of my life so you can feel better about your own. But, yes, the pigs can be very, very bad, and those bad moments occasionally (okay, always) come at the worst possible time. On this occasion, it happened in the middle of a blizzard. I didn’t write about it last week because I had to focus on my mom fending off a rabid coyote, but since no diseased predators attacked her this week (that I know of), I thought I’d double back and write about the other great disaster of the blizzard of 2022. Here’s why my wife Lola now hates our pigs even more than usual.
House pigs run into a problem farm pigs never have: Their hooves need to be trimmed. …
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