When Layla was young, around the age of four, she happily declared that pigs were her favorite animal.
Interested in her choice, I asked her why.
Without missing a beat, she stated, “because they’re pink and they make bacon!”
Well then! We laughed and laughed but her love for those cute snorting creatures never died. To this day, they’re still her favorite.
Living within city limits has always kept us from making her pet dreams come true but when we moved to the country at the end of spring, we knew it would happen eventually. We’re okay with it though. We have enough land to also get the chickens and goats we’d like. And if I’m lucky, maybe a couple llamas. Heck, I’d even consider a mini donkey or mini horse, too!
So we have our two dogs and two cats. We thought we were good for a while. But then, like all lazy Saturday mornings go while mindlessly browsing Craigslist, I spotted the perfect listing – baby pot belly pigs, 15 minutes away, and a great price. I had to show Layla.
Like Ralphie’s dad as he pried open that large wooden box labeled fragile, her eyes glistened over. As quickly as the “awww” oozed out of her mouth, it stopped. She spotted the price tag. “Mom” she said, “I have enough birthday money left.”
How could I say no? Sure, we didn’t have a pen and Justin was taking a quick nap before he had to head back to work but still. As soon as he woke up, we texted about the cute little babies. They were still there.
Off we ran to the store to grab some hay and fencing materials. We forgot the pig food. But we had enough time to let her pick two out and get back to the house so Justin could give me some quick instructions on how to build my first fence before he had to leave. An hour or so later, the piggies were cozied up in their new home and we made a quick run for their food.
You could say that Layla’s been in hog heaven ever since. They’re pretty skiddish but they’re adorable and slowly warming up to her, even letting her pet them for a moment today.
Now I’m planning our shed into a chicken coop conversion on top of my flower garden aspirations for next spring. You know, because a house remodel just isn’t enough work.
Some may say we like to bite off more than we can chew but at least we didn’t try to talk the pig owners into selling us their black bear right?