Earlier this week, we re-homed pig-pig.
We all miss him, a lot. Especially Brian. Those two had an unique bond. They met late one night in the bathroom (I failed to mention to Brian that we had adopted a pig and he was living in a box in the shower) and well...oh what the heck....when you're both peeing on the floor, for whatever reasons, you're connected.
Our neighbor suggested that Pig-pig may actually be a desireable catch for someone on Craigslist. Since he was a Tamworth, it put him in the heritage category and heritage anything is a good thing these days.
After 4-5 days without a single inquiry, I thought he was ours and I was kind of bummed. We aren't pig breeders and I wasn't going to become a pig breeder just because of Pig-pig either. I was steeling nerves to go the distance on the castration.
ugh. Who wants to eat their baseball buddy? He'd become a pet.
Then, a nibble. After a whole bunch of horse trading, pig-pig was traded for 10 bales of straw and a handful of dollars. When he trotted after his new owner all the way to the truck, I probably could have gotten a few more bucks...but it was never about that. I'm just happy pig-pig gets to knock up a nice little heritage gal for a good long time.
All of my therapy wasn't JUST about the farm. I also got in some sweet family time too. Like trying out some pinterest ideas with my girls.
Madison really wanted to try dip-dyeing her hair. This was a lot of fun, for both of us.
Spending some time with the extended family was good thereapy too. Lisa and Dave hosting all of us for Brian's birthday and Easter dinner was SO nice. We will all have to work a little harder to have these get-togethers more regularly. Especially the kind when night falls and the kids are near or beyond sleepy-time.
Therapy.
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