This pig will run at me and then at the last minute veer into the woods by the side of the road. She's scared too. So I'm thinking that as she grows larger she will grow bolder. Like my dad says, "Pretty soon you won't be able to shoo her if nothing ever happens when you do." Profound. This pig pivots, bucks, and runs thirty miles an hour (I read this and witnessed it although I didn't time her). One day I walked down the road and there was this dark thing that darted across the road like a pig out of hell. Oh my goodness, I thought.
The thing is that I got scared of her, and SHE HASN'T DONE ONE THING WRONG. She's very smart, has never touched me unless it was a mutual thing, and we both went nuts. She is so easy to train. She's very smart. After I got scared of her (this is really silly) she didn't know I was scared of her and did everything the way she usually did it except she GALLOPED DOWN THE ROAD TO MEET ME and ran up to me and she's big and fast, and I had seen pictures of wild pig's teeth on the internet (I had seen HOGZILLA! and this hunter standing behind a tree with an automatic rifle and a wild pig, no larger than Peg, in the background and them saying that he was endangering his very life.), so I shied, and to be honest, I can totally understand her confused response, because I had never shied before. This was scaring me so I would drop the feed for her and hurry on. Then she would gobble it up like a demon and run after me, and I would drop some more. I even locked her outside the gate once, and she stared at me like her feelings were so hurt, and then her diabolically brilliant mind calculated where the fence is broken and ran like a hellion through it and up to me while I'm opening the barn door, and I freaked and dropped the duck's pancakes.
So I called my husband on the phone to talk about all this, and he says, "That pig loves you!" So I told him he has to go with me to feed her. In the meantime my father said, "If you're scared of the pig you should give it away."
So we went down to meet her. I carried a bright red wiffle ball bat. The pig bounded out of the brush and didn't like the bat. My husband said, "Quit acting scared of her. She is freaked out by the bat." I didn't hit her of course, just showed it to her, and you should have heard the noise she made - sort of like an oink and a snort and an insulted outburst of air all mixed together. We made it through the fence and up to the barn, with the pig doing summersaults and hollering out. while I walked faster and faster. Then I got into the barn (my husband is curiously lagging behind) and where just last week without a care I was letting both the horse and the pig into the main part of the barn with me while I scooped out the feed, I suddenly got paranoid and closed the barn doors and held them together while both the horse and the pig tried to throw them open with their respective noses. I saw through the crack that the pig figured it out and ran like a hellion through the gate and around the trees up into the stall the back way (didn't I say PIGS ARE SMART?), and I threw her feed over in a panic.
I opened the stall door and looked at her. "Peeeeggggg," I said. Her eyes grew soft and her tail wagged. My husband told me again, "The pig loves you. She's like a giant boar puppy and just wants to gallop and snort." I love my pig. I have always wanted a pig. I just need to not be upset about HOW BIG SHE HAS GROWN AND HOW FAST SHE CAN RUN, and realize that she loves me. She does. I've been working on all this. I haven't been carrying food with me and make her wait till she gets into her stall to eat. This pig could be in Menza. She's already doing everything just right. I finally realized that the pig has not done one thing wrong, has been easy to train, and she has not been the least bit aggressive. She's just large, fast, and happy. I love her.
Well tonight I think I caught her breeding!!!!!