I hate pigs. Me and mom were talking in the car about how if they ate a chicken they would go mad. Mom said we could kill them if we had to. She then said she wanted them big. I said I wanted them dead. Yep. I will be glad when they are dead.
And the pigs figured out how to take the gate off of it's hinges. That was funny. My mom first figured it out when they knocked it off. She put it back on and went into the cow barn. When she came out, my sister was holding the gate (that she just got back on the hinges). My mom thought Shelby had taken it off. Nope. Porker had popped it off and handed it to her. We finally got it to stay when my dad put some kind of metal zip strips on it.
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