2LaneCruzer
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He's still kind of a butt head to me but, the last few days I've been putting the dog in with him. It seems to be calming him down, hopefully she'll teach him to be friendly. He's coming up to the fence to see if I have treats now instead of charging it like he wants to eat me. That's progress.View attachment 534719
Noticing the heat lamp reminded me of a story. Back in the late 40's, we lived in SW Missouri, in a rented farm house. The farmer raised hogs, and one cold winter, he came up to the house with a couple of piglets, both were runts and only a few days old, that he said wouldn't make in the cold. One was red, one was white...the red one...the one that was designated mine, had its tail frozen off. So, we kept them in a cardboard box in the kitchen and bottle fed them. I don't recall exactly how the folks handled the biological functions, I just know they had some sort of routine.
One afternoon we went to town and left them in their box under the kitchen stove. When we got home, they had made an absolute mess of the kitchen. Mom had opened a can of pork and beans for dinner, and threw the can in the trash. Apparently there were a few beans in the bottom of the can, because these little varmints had gotten into the trash and retrieved these beans. Now the floor in the kitchen was linoleum, and they couldn't pick the beans up, so they rooted them all over the floor, leaving a mess of slimy trails all over the kitchen... not to mention the trash and other unmentionables. Mom hit the ceiling, and the pigs hit the fenced in back yard, where they remained. The weather was getting warmer by this time, and they survived quite well. They grew into a couple of nice pets, which Dad eventually traded to the farmer for one butchered hog.
And now you know the rest of the story.