Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Pickles the pig

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Rodrigo (my husband) calls me every day on his way home from work to chat about our days during his drive home. This afternoon he mentioned that he had picked up a little surprise for me on the way home. He often stops somewhere on his way home to buy me flowers, or a little treat to eat or something of that sort, so I said "Oh good! Now I really can't wait until you get here to see what your bringing me!" I mean, who doesn't love surprise gifts from their husband?? He laughed and assured me that it wasn't very big and said that he'd be home in about 15 minutes.

I was outside  petting the emus when he arrived. He got out of his truck and kissed me hello. All of the kids where in the house so it was just the two of us out there for a few minutes. We talked some more, and then I noticed an animal carrier in the back of his truck. I asked if he had brought my parents dog home, since we often doggy-sit for them when they go out of town. No, it wasn't their dog, when I got closer to his truck I realized he had a tiny piglet in the crate! I was shocked!

Let me explain, I've wanted to have a pig (or pigs) for years. And it's always been Rodrigo who said how we either didn't have a good place for them to live, or that they stink, or they break out of fences, etc. So I accepted that and let it go, I mean it's not like we lack either livestock or pets around here! But every once in a while we'd see pigs for sale somewhere and I'd mention again how much I'd like to have pigs one day.

After I petted her and oooo'd and aaaaah'd for a few minutes I ran (well, as much as a woman who is 7 months pregnant can run!) into the house to call the kids to come see what their Daddy had brought home. They were all thrilled! Especially Claire, she has been saying for months that this can't be a real farm unless we have a pig. Apparently in her estimation "real" farms must have a pig or a cow. She promptly declared that it would be her pig, and it should be named "Pickles". So that is the story of how Pickles the pig came to join our farm.

Now we can rest easy knowing that our little farm is indeed a bonafide farm! And I have a really awesome husband who instead of flowers or sweets brings me a piglet and totally makes my day!

7 comments:

  1. Wow! That is awesome. And such a cutie little Pickle is. Have fun!

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    1. Thanks! The kids where up and out in the pasture at the crack of dawn this morning to check on her and take her a handful of breakfast cereal... Claire says pigs like Cheerios. She seems to be my little self proclaimed piggy expert. :-)

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  2. So cute! My husband says the exact same thing so I'll be watching to see how it goes for you guys. Maybe I'll be able to convince my husband (-:

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    1. I was totally shocked when I realized he had brought me a pig! It was really the very last thing I expected. (Well, no a camel would probably be the last thing I'd expect...) I'll keep you informed on how it goes with Pickle in the future!

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  3. How cute and fun! Now Rohan wants a pig for his birthday!

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  4. What a fantastic surprise. What a sweet husband you have! And Pickles has just the sweetest little piggy face! How we'd love a pig!

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  5. I love her! I can't wait to meet her. I've only ever seen another piglet once before and it took everything I had to leave without one. A pickle for the pregnant lady, haha! Very fitting.

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