Our Little Pig
Back in the olden days, and I am sure they still probably do the same thing today, farmers would get rid of--do away with, or give away--the runt pigs of a litter. Almost always there would be one , maybe more, of the pigs which would be a lot smaller than the rest of the pigs in the litter and somehow was considered not as healthy or as apt to grow well. They were called the runts of the litter.My Dad knew someone who raised pigs and he had a runt pig he was going to do away with (probably kill!). So my dad said he would like to have it. So the farmer gave my dad the baby, runt pig. He brought it home. It was the cutest little thing when we first saw it and we fell in love with it. We kept it in the house in a box and fed it whatever baby pigs eat. I can't really remember what we fed it but we made a big pet out of it. It would lie by the warm stove or at our feet just as a dog would do. We named it Stinky. We got very attached to the pig and loved it just as you would a dog.
However, Stinky grew and grew and grew until he was too big to keep in the house anymore. There goes the theory of runt pigs not growing well! So he was relegated to the shed in our back yard. By the time winter came there was talk of butchering Stinky. A horrifying thought but that is what had to be.
The pig was butchered and we had a winter of good pork chops, sausage, pork rinds and all of the other good meat that comes from pigs. We thought, sadly, of Stinky every time we had a meal of the delicious meat.
posted by kyra lafain @ 3/30/2008 04:00:00 PM
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