In my search for a topic for the day, I glanced at the morning paper, our lib rag that's mostly suited for the bottom of a bird cage. On the first page of the lifestyle section was the headline "Swine are Fine". Seeing how the heartland is such a hick place, I had to check it out.
We've had Vietnamese potbellied pigs at the Children's Zoo in the past for the kiddies to pet. They actually were nice little pigs.As Missouri's native son (President Harry S Truman) so wisely implied, man's relationship with the pig is a complex one. Maligned for filthiness and gluttony, pigs are actually highly intelligent, emotionally sophisticated animals whose physiology is remarkably similar to our own. Whether we raise them as livestock, buy them as pets, use them as organ donors, hunt them for sport or eat them for lunch, pigs have a unique place in American culture.
Patriot45 hunts feral pigs in Florida and fills his freezer with lots of pork.
We have politicians who love pork, well, pork-barrel spending at least.
Sorry, this is what happens when I'm the relief Tuesday thread starter.
TOTD: Has anyone had non-traditional pets (not dogs, cats, birds, etc). How did they fit into your family?
I'll start. My sons long ago begged for a snake. We had a boa constrictor, which somehow escaped. We also had an African pancake tortoise and various reptiles. Personally, I prefer the greyhounds. :D