We decided to take the dogs out on a different route for their daily walk today. A different loop through a nearby neighborhood would give us a new selection of homes and landscaping to check out.
Walking along a busy road on the way to the loop, my wife stopped and said, “There’s a pig.” Her words didn’t immediately register, but I paused to look my left and sure enough, a pig was rooting around in a backyard.
While our city prohibits most farm animals, Vietnamese pot-bellied pigs are classified and allowed as pets. This guy was a big guy, a lot larger than others I’ve seen. He looked happy, but the yard and the house were a mess. Maybe that’s why the city has a lot of rules about animals.
It’s been twenty-eight years since we lived in Iowa. That’s where this city boy learned most of what he knows about farming. In Iowa, drive time radio was all about weather and farm futures. Back then, market-ready pigs grew to 250 pounds in 250 days. Hog farming and pork production was a big deal.
Here in Florida, though, wild hogs are a nuisance and pot-bellied pigs are a novelty and good for a laugh.
Waite for it... 