Posted by DJ
We are getting a pig.
Yes – this is legal in Raleigh, if it weighs less than 100 lbs and is shorter than 22 inches in height. I’ve done my research.
It’s Dad’s fault. He came home and told all three of his daughters about how his friend had recently gotten a pig for her birthday. Then he admitted he really wanted one.
Normally when we bring up pets, specifically dogs, he just screams “NO!” and the conversation is over. I know he really wants a pig because he brought it up and does not completely refute the idea when it is discussed.
Jesse and I have it all planned out. It will stay in a crate in the backyard playhouse with a chicken wire fence surrounding it, built by Uncle Jesse. In the winter it will stay in the basement hallway, out of the way of house guests.
Dad asks, “Who will take care of it when we are out-of-town?”
Jesse responded, “Seriously? I would feel bad for asking anyone if they would take care of my huge dog for the next week. But a pig? People would gladly volunteer to take care of your pig because that just doesn’t happen everyday.”
Jesse also decided when we got a pig it would have to be pink. “None of those brown or black pigs,” he said. I thought that was pretty funny; he’s not usually the type to care.
Dad may say we are not getting a pig, but we totally are. It will happen, and when it does we will need plenty of volunteer babysitters. Leave a comment if you are in favor of this notion or if you will pig sit for us. After all it’s not a childhood without a pet.