Clippin' party at our house!

Momma Brutus

The “little ones,” will be getting un-professionally castrated tomorrow. I am the, “un-professional” and I just hope that everything comes out alright. Ha ha, get it? “Comes out alright,” I made a castration funny. Really though, I expect a lot of squealing and crying and then when I clip the piglets I’m sure they’ll carry on too. They are eating solid food and drinking water so they will now be taking up residence at the farm. Is it un-ethical to take a piglet to the stand with you, make it squeal every now and then, and then shoot any hog that comes to it’s distress call? Regardless, I now have four new hunting buddies. They will have to get along without Brutus though; Christina wouldn’t let me move him out with them. I have learned a lot from this whole ordeal. The most important thing I learned is that if you come across baby piglets in the wild, leave them be. Second, control you wife and keep her from doing anything other than saying, “oooh look at the cute little baby piglets.” Third, shoelaces make real good piglet starter food. Truthfully though, we have had a really enjoyable time with the piglets, but it is now time for them to become farm pigs. Pigs in the house is why I moved out of the college dormitory.