Well, over the summer I was in charge of one thing. The family PIG. That is right a pig. Our neighbors and us went in together on a pig. Since Josh and Amy were both in Utah over the summer, and Brian was away during the week days, I was in charge of Joe the Pig.
Josh built a wonderful pen for Joe in our big barn, and I took on the task of going to the Grange and buying Hog Grower to feed him. Last Monday I came home from the Grange and went down to the barn to feed Joe and this is what I saw.... Now what would you have thought if you saw that. Luckily Brian was supposed to be home that night, so I tried calling him, but got no answer. So in my shock I decided to call Amy in Utah. It took me a while to convince her that he was dead. See, I had only seen his rear end lying there, and Amy wanted me to go back into the barn to check if he was sleeping. There was no chance of me going back in there, plus he totally looked dead. Amy wanted me to poke him with a stick. Finally I explained to her that he looked the the pigs in the game Pass the Pigs. He was bloated and stiff as a board...Poor guy.
Well, Brian finally came home and confirmed that Joe had passed on. I felt like a failure. Here I was in charge of this pig, our winter meat, and he died just week before he was ready. Brian changed his clothes, and then drug Joe out of the barn. He then hooked him up to our little John Deere lawn mower, and dragged him out to one of the fields just south of our home.
We were hoping that the Coyotes would take care of Joe, but Griz, our dog, sure has been stinky lately. Oh well... We are just hoping that poor old Joe is happy in hog heaven. RIP JOE the PIG