Well it all started when Dad got this strange creature for his birthday. Much to do about nothing if you ask me because it has very little hair, tiny eyes, and makes strange sounds in a language I am not familiar with! Everyone at the party oooed and awed about the thing and they named it Priscilla. I would have named her Trouble.
So tonight Priscilla who was hanging out with Bobo made a break for it while Mom was gathering eggs and Dad was watering the garden. Mom noticed that the Rualla Salukis were sounding the alarm ( they have been bred by Muslims for thousands of years and were probably insulted by the presence of this pig thing)! Mom knows that is the rattle snake–something is not right–kind of bark and went running back there to the horse yard. What happened next had us laughing so hard we nearly squirted milk!
Bobo was very polite and followed Mom and Dad closely. Of course they kept nearly tripping over him while trying to corner Priscilla–Trouble. The horses had never heard a pig make noises and weren’t sure what a pig was so they decided to stampede. After a good stampede with a huge dust cloud I saw Mom emerge with a lariat and a horse whip looking like a strange demented female version of Indiana Jones ( yeah we watch the movies through the farm house window on summer nights).
So Priscilla runs into the back pasture with the three girls in the riding arena. That is when Dulce went into action. When she came back from Cowgirl Camp she told us all about how she was an expert at sorting and herding something called cattle. Guess pigs are like cattle too. She put her head down, ears back, teeth open, and went after that pig thing. Well I guess that pigs aren’t that dumb because it took off pretty quick after she nailed it and then Red and Fancy got really brave and joined in. Wes would have been proud.
Meanwhile, Mom threw down some hay to engage the other horses in their favorite pastime of eating and the stampeding slowed down. I didn’t know that pigs liked alfalfa too. The horses didn’t want to share and so they chased the pig towards Mom and Dad trying to be helpful. Mom can sure jump! After several aborted attempts she roped that pig.
I remember that she had asked Pedro for a small piglet but I think that this pig is nearly 1/2 as heavy as Mom and when it hit the end of the rope we started wagering on who was gonna win the tug of war. That was when Dad jumped in and saved Mom. Dad tugged and Mom tapped the pig on the butt and it kept hopping and runnig sideways as they made their way to the barn.
Now those new Mom horses are very protective of their foals. Estrella told that pig in no uncertain terms that it should not even look at Lunar. Evidently the pig speaks horse or could figure it out so it ran the other way. Dad and Mom had to jump rope and run in circles a bit but eventually the pig was safely contained in the back of the barn. Estrella and Lunar are watching it while they eat in case it trys anything. Takia and Dream run laps every time it squeals. Mom won’t have to exercise them for a couple of days. Bobo is back here with us for now. You should hear what he has to say about that Priscilla and her lack of good manners!
So you would think after all of the excitement that things would settle down a bit for the evening. The sky was turning a pretty shade of pink and Mom had gone back to the chickens to retrieve the basket and Dad was finishing watering. One of those cranky hens wouldn’t get off her eggs though. Mom pulled her out and the hen said some rather loud and crude words in hensy language. The rooster came to her rescue. He flew into the air with his hooked nails out and spurs flying. Kind of looked like the killer bunny in Monty Python’s Holy Grail (Mom watches it at least once a year). If you know my Mom you know she has a wide target on her backside and she didn’t see the rooster coming. Ouch! I don’t think she will sit down for a couple of days.
The rooster won’t be sitting pretty either. Mom took a stick and chased him around the yard and it was good for him that she is myopic and couldn’t connect with him! She said something about making an exception to vegitarian diets and something called “stew pot”.
I could have saved them all a lot of grief if they just would have let me be the focus of Dad’s birthday. Never should trust a critter with tiny eyes, thinning hair, and a curly tail!
Peace out!!
This is Bubbles the Goat signing off.
Posted: June 1st, 2008 under Bubbles the Goat and Friends, Chile Acres, Pig Tales.
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