May 9th, 2009 at 8:31 PM
There were two estate sales today and I desperately needed to see one of them with my own eyes. It was advertised as The Pig House on Craigslist and offered a "large collection of pigs, cookie jars, figurines-house full and all priced to sell". I am not a fan of the pig, nor the pig collectible, but the picture was just so darn cute.
I hit The Pig House at 10 am and it was not a quaint nor a charming experience. It was frankly pig hell! The house was barely 1000 square feet and unlike the strategically placed pigs in the online pictures; there were literally thousands and thousands of pigs.
China pigs, fabric pigs, pigs that oinked, pigs that didn't, and basically a pig for every occasion. The lady in charge told me there were over 9000 pigs and there was not one inch of floor, wall or counter space that did not hold an oinker.
Looking at the pink walls and the pigs coming out of the rafters I thought if I had money I might keep the house in its entirety as a tourist attraction. The possibility of a pig tearoom sounded pigalicious to me. Anyone that devoted that much effort to a collection like this needed to be immortalized. Heck,The National Enquirer would be on it in a second.
So I purchased a few things and asked myself where were they going to unload all the pigs that didn't sell? Were we going to see mountains of pigs at the flea market every week or would they go to some pig landfill site? Surely they should have alerted the Happy Pig Collectors Club. I am sure they would have emptied that place with their strange dedication to pigs.
Happy Pig Club Motto: This is a club dedicated to people who collect pigs, so that they may gain more enjoyment from their hobby and to meet and mingle with others cursed with the same strange affliction. Just for the nonsense of it all and to give respect to "When I see a pig I think of you".
February 19th, 2013
After that day at The Pig House I swore off of pigs, alive, stuffed or breakable until today when read about that cute squeelbarrow of a pig Chris P. Bacon. Having a name of Chris P. Bacon doesn't fill me with faith in his prolonged existence but I think he has a great shot at life. Bacon was born on Jan. 13 with a birth defect that makes his hind legs nonfunctional.
The Hamilton Spectator reports that a young woman brought the pig to a vet in Florida because she could not care for him. Instead of euthanizing him, the vet adopted the baby animal. Veterinarian Len Lucero of Clermont, Fl., and his son managed to fashion a makeshift wheelchair for the precious piglet using K'Nex toys.
Plenty of humans live without the use of their "back legs" and are happy, as do plenty of dogs. Pigs are as smart or smarter than dogs, and maybe some humans. Why "put him down" when he can be healthy and happy? Chris P. Bacon- you're the cutest little pig I have ever seen and finally you have rid my mind of The Pig House.
I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.
The Humm just published another of my stories in their newspaper and online page 7