Pets

I have always considered myself an animal person. Growing up my family always had animals. We had so many cats over the years that I can't even remember all their names. We had dogs, goldfish (every year from the school carnival), a bird; there was really nothing my mother turned away. She would even nurse back the baby birds and bunnys that our cat "Tubby" would bring home for us to see.

Over the years I have become one of those "jaded" animal lovers. I still like animals, but have not really brought any new ones into the family. It's not because I don't like animals... its just after you lose dogs and cats that have been around your whole life, you really don't want to go through it again. For those of you who are not animal people, it's like losing a member of the family. Really... it is! At a week moment in my pregnancy I felt the need to purchase a boxer puppy who was the greatest thing ever. She was just like a person. She had a personality that was almost scary, she was pretty moody. Anyway... great dog, beautiful dog, so beautiful that someone stole her out of my back yard. Yes, you heard me. Stole her. Once again... a member of the family gone. I'm a jaded animal lover. This story does have a point to it. I promise.

So my husband calls me and tells me he has a surprise for me and to come home. I couldn't figure out what he could be doing until I pull up to my nice house, no mansion on the hill house, but nice house... and couldn't believe what I saw. He had brought home a pig. A PIG! And was so proud of himself. What are we supposed to do with a pig? You can't lay on the couch with a pig curled up in your lap. I don't think they can fetch a ball. Oh and my two year old thinks it is the coolest thing ever. Even trying to bring it in the house. I just thought I loved ALL animals!