The Pig Dog
I won’t lie. This post originally started out as a photo montage, but The Man warned me about halfway through its creation that I was very dangerously teetering into Crazy Dog Lady territory. And we can’t have that. I mean, I once texted my own sister a full thirty days after her birthday to ask [...]
There’s nothing like an almost sixty degree day in the middle of January to alert you to the fact that your right boot seems to have developed a bit of a tear. Mid-January mud puddles are cold when they seep in and soak your wool sock right up to your ankle and Pig Dogs don’t [...]
It’s been just long enough since the last time we raised a demon bottle lamb, that I’m almost considering two or three for spring. Temporary insanity induced by adorable pictures of the last one, a relative lack of lamb in the freezer, and The Pig Dog’s need for practice, no doubt. But how temporary is [...]
The Pig Dog approaches everything with intense dedication and deeply genuine enthusiasm for the task at hand. His definition of work, of “a job” is so much looser than my own. And my own, is, in general, so much looser than that of society at large — evolved over the years out of necessity, my [...]
It’s been a rough couple of weeks for The Pig Dog. On Thanksgiving he came in from his morning potty pitstop three legged and remained almost entirely non-weight bearing on his right hind leg until the middle of last week. He’s better now, but it took most of two weeks for full function to return. [...]
This girl brings bacon into the world. 
