Guess what was born on the farm yesterday?
Cute little buggers, aren’t they?
You know, I have been around pigs my whole life but with every new litter of piglets, I have to pick a baby pig up and just take a good sniff. Oh, mercy, have you ever smelled a baby pig? The smell is absolute heaven on Earth. Between a human baby and a baby pig, those two scents are the absolute best smells on God’s green Earth. I kid you not. Of course, this is just my opinion and sometimes, my opinion just ain’t worth a hill of beans.
So, baby pigs are cute and they smell good. I really like baby pigs.
Here’s their Momma. She’s kinda cute too. Although, she doesn’t smell as good and she could use a shower. She needs to pay special attention to her face and wash behind those ears too. I’ll work with her to teach her proper hygiene.
Back to Momma’s piglets; as much as I love baby pigs and their smell, there is one thing that crosses my mind everytime I hold and sniff them. Something I just can’t shake out of my head as much as I try.
That thing that I can’t shake is the image of this dude right here. Say Hello to Mr. Boar. Everytime, I smell a piglet and get a whiff of that intoxicating perfume, “Ode de piglet”, I can’t help but think what those cute little buggers will grow up to be like. Yes, they will grow up to be like their daddy, the meathead. Now talk about a pig that needs to learn personal hygiene…and manners…and how to keep his vainness in check. The old boy thinks he is all that and a box of chocolates with all those women he keeps in his harem. Honestly, I don’t know what the sows see in him. But that is something, that I’m not going to put too much thought into. From now on, when I take a whiff of a baby pig, I’m going to think of bacon…and porkchops and scrapple and cracklins…Oh, mercy, cracklins. Lord, help me, cracklins is a sin that I need to ask forgiveness for.