Sure, right now it looks like a pig pen, but come this fall, you're looking at a freezer full of sausage and pork chops.

Well, maybe not a freezer-full. I made the horrible mistake of naming one of the pigs. I couldn't help it. She was so sweet.

I would scratch her little back and she would fall over in pure bliss:

Too cute. I may have a tough time live blogging the butchering this year. Of course, the grief subsides when the smell of bacon wafts through the house on an early Saturday morning. So long, Sweetheart.
Posted by Cathy at June 13, 2006 02:32 PM