Poor Vince. I want everything but it isn’t like I’m asking for diamonds or a new car. I want practical stuff – a root cellar, a smokehouse, a pig! Heck, I want a milk cow, alpacas for fiber, goats for milk. Everything I want is so useful!
Vince just sent me this as part of an email:
Shelia has a baby pig for you.
Unfortunately, there was more to the email:
No we don’t need it.
I’ll remind him of that every time we buy pork in the grocery store!
We have enough land that we could easily set the pen up far enough from anyone so no one can smell it and if it’s a big enough spot, it wouldn’t be too bad.
Anyone want to bet on whether or not I can get the pig? My guess . . NO!
I don’t know how long it takes before a baby pig is big enough to butcher. I’ll figure it out. I think Vince’s biggest complaint is that when I’m in MO, that’s another thing he has to deal with. If it doesn’t take forever, maybe I could convince him that I won’t go til the pig is ready to be butchered. Better yet, maybe I could convince my friend here to feed it and water it and do whatever else has to be done while I’m gone and I could give her bacon and pork chops! Maybe I’ll talk to her before I really beg for the pig.