We had a pig scare today. Big Boy stopped eating last night, and he laid down to sleep while the other 3 (Tugboat, The Corporal, and Number Two) fought over dinner. He’s a pig, so dinner should be the absolute best part of every day. Something was wrong. I went to bed feeling anxious, but there wasn’t anything I could do at 10 p.m. When I checked on him first thing in the morning, he flopped over onto his side and seemed reluctant to get up. He had a drink of water, but showed no interest in the carrots I brought for breakfast. His pointy piggy tongue was sticking out of his mouth.
Crap. We had a sick pig.
I called work to tell them I would be late and took a trip to the farm su….