I love my pig. There's a picture at the end of this.

My pig is an orphaned hurricane pig. I just know it. She's small and female and I think got separated from her kind and wondered up on my horse. Her real mother is gone. (I can just see the redneck feral pig family coming back to claim its own just as we have her tamed.) "No, she's ours now."

And they answer, "NNNNNOOOOOOOOINKKKKKKK!"

They say feral pigs are mean and vicious and no good. Well, I see this one just wanting to do the right thing and please us and adapt. She's very smart! One thing about feral pigs; they move faster than a dog or a horse. These suckers are lean and mean and can maneuver. It's surprising and unsettling. They pivot and turn three times around before it's really registered in your brain, run straight at you while you just go "ohhhh" and don't even think about protecting yourself, then they turn and run in circles faster than a quarter horse; and you realize they're scared too.

I LOVE my pig! She's a rock n roller.

Now the sweetest thing in the world is to see this pig (Peg) go into her own stall and stand really still in exactly the same place and the same way every single night and wait for the feed (horse feed, whole corn, and pig pellets) to be poured (I started to say "porn" but that's not right even if it rhymes with "corn") over her head. Yes, over her head. She stares at the ground until you pour it. She loves to feel the grain on her head and will move into it if you try to move it over. Then she eats quietly while wagging her tail. I like this pig. She is very smart, knows she has happened up on a good thing, and is adjusting really well. I'm not going to read ONE MORE THING about how bad feral pigs are.

I wanted to adopt a hurricane animal and all that has taken care of itself.

Now cue Steely Dan's "Peg." Or maybe not.

Do you remember in Lonesome Dove that they took the pigs along with them? Remember the Robert Duvall character always addressing them as "You pigs" as in "You pigs come on now?" They never ate them. When they returned from the whole thing the pigs were still with them. They just went along. That always interested me. So I just started calling my pig "Pig!" then one day I thought "Peg!" It's perfect, isn't it? Now look at their picture. Horse and Pig.