Looks like it's Critter Blog Week! Over at Speak of the Devil, William is wrapping up his latest series with A Night in the Life of a Cat! It's hilarious, so don't miss it!
Recently, during an appearance on Ellen DeGeneres' show, Miley Cyrus talked about her pets and told Ellen she'd love to have a pig. Not surprisingly, Miley received a pig for her birthday. (Technically, she didn't get the pig...it was sponsored in her name by PETA.)
I can certainly understand why she would want a pig, though. As I've mentioned here in previous posts, I had a potbellied pig, Iggy, whom I loved dearly. Actually, it was love at first sight for both of us. Back in 1990, my former editor, Damaris Rowland, asked me to read and endorse Meryl Sawyer's novel, Midnight in Marrakesh. In the novel, one of the protagonists had a potbellied pig--named Iggy. I contacted Meryl for more info on the tiny pigs.
Some months later, Mom and I were at the mall. As we approached the pet shop, I noticed a crowd gathered at the window. I managed to push my way through...and saw a frightened little piglet, cowering in one corner of the window display.
I went inside, followed by Mom--who had a look of dread on her face. "How much for the pig?" I asked.
The woman at the counter gave me a price, then took the piglet from the window. "Would you like to hold her?" she asked.
"No!" Mom said. "If she holds it, they'll bond--and it'll be going home with us!"
The woman grinned...and handed me the pig. Mom started looking for our joint checkbook. (Mom was as much of an animal lover as I am, but she wasn't crazy about the idea of a pig in the house.)
We'd been on our way to lunch when I spotted the little ham, so Mom asked if we could pick her up afterward. "Sure," the salesperson said. She reached for Iggy--who screamed as if the butcher were after her and crawled up around my neck.
Mom shook her head. "Told you."
We got a lot of strange looks as we left the mall later. I had her wrapped in a baby blanket. Mom wasn't too crazy about the idea of me calling her Grandma. "I am not that pig's grandmother!"
"But she looks just like you!" I insisted.
One sourpuss gave me a particularly dirty look as Iggy poked her head out of the blanket to look around. I just smiled sweetly.
Better a pig than a jackass, after all....