You may be asking - why a pig? Because we're on a farm and it seemed like it was the one thing missing. That or a donkey. And Brian wasn't having a donkey. So I got a pig.
Finnegan was meant to go in the barn with the goats and rabbits, but when he arrived via plane from California, it seemed a little harsh to put him into the barn. At just under 8 weeks old, he was small and I just couldn't do it. So he came in the house . . . and he's been in the house ever since.
Finnegan is litter trained and he's very intelligent. When he looks at me with his hazel eyes I'm sure he's sizing me up and thinking to himself, "you stupid human". Judgment aside, he's become a most welcome companion.
So there you have it . . . a pig in the house.
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