The Missing Pig

Newsletter 2022-11-25

Gilly has been absent from my pictures all week. And from my tweets as well. After being my favorite child for two straight years, she disappeared from the internet without a trace. Where did she go?

She's still here. She just hasn't been especially photogenic this week because she’s been busy trying to kill our new pig. Attempted murder is never a good look. I might be exaggerating a little, but change “murder” to “inflict pain without causing lasting injury” and you have an accurate summary of Gilly’s mission in life. Not that that’s out of place in this house. My kids use the same rules of engagement with each other all the time.

This is how Gilly and Luna met. Welcome to the DMZ.

To be fair, we knew this could happen. One of the reasons my wife wouldn't let me get a full-grown, feral rescue pig was because it would battle Gilly for dominance. A fight like that between two enraged bacon blocks could very well destroy our house—or at least destroy it more than usual. When raising kids,…