Wednesday, November 28, 2012

This Little Piggy Didn't Want to Go to Market (Part 1)

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....

17 comments:

  1. awwwwwwwwwwwwwww, can't wait to read more. Although I know the ending.
    I have a similar story involving a very young daughter and a Scotty named Kirby. Must write about that on my blog. Thanks for the idea.

    cheers, parsnip

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  2. So cute!! I'd love to have a pig, but I enjoy pork and think that owning one would turn me off of the meat.

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    1. It did for me. Mom used to feed Iggy ham. I kept telling her to stop turning my baby into a cannibal.

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  3. Little Iggy was so cute!

    My grandparents had a few pigs on the farm, along with mostly cattle. When my parents went up for a weekend and there was pork on the dinner plate, they'd ask, "so who are we eating today?"

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    1. When we lived on the farm, Mom once had to take the pigs to the slaughterhouse. She swore she'd never do it again.

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  4. What a beautiful post, Norma. When I was a kid, I had a pig for a pet, Piggy Lou. But she was a regular pig and grew into a really, really big pig. When my mom saw her tossing me in the air like a football, Piggy Lou left us. I don't eat pork!

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    1. Kittie, I'm ashamed to admit that I love bacon and ham.

      Piggy Lou--I love the name!

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  5. Norma, I can't get my link to work but go over to my friend "Titus the dog" blog. She posted about a Pig in a Wig...
    You will love it. I don't want to spoil the surprise ! You must look !

    cheers, parsnip

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  6. Ohhhh, Sweet Lady, I can't thank you enough. I'm smiling from ear to ear. The cover will go up this afternoon. I'm toooooo excited right now. I know, kinda goofy, but all that work is about to be and I'm like WOW.

    BTW, I named my pig Piggy Lou, in honor of Peggy Lou, the kid next door who yanked my red wagon off the porch and broke the handle, humph! (This was when my father was at LSU and we lived in married students' housing.)

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    1. Kittie, I've published 18 books (19 if you include the ebook reissues) and I still feel the same way!

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  7. Don't pot bellied pigs grow very big Norma, mind you by the time they get bigger you've grown to love them dearly and accept any flaws they might have. a very interesting choice of pet!
    P.s. I don't eat pork either, or lamb!

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    1. Grace--they weren't supposed to get very big, but they did! Iggy was over 200 pounds when she was killed.

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