Busy for a pot bellied pig is a good thing. Ours was as loving as heck until he turned three. One thing I didn’t know was that these pigs are used in Vietnam as guard animals and they are pack animals. Even though he was neutered when he hit his teenage years, about age three, he started charging the top of the pack (my ex husband). When my ex husband did what the Vet suggested, our piggy (i fed him), left me alone and started on our oldest son who was about 8. Then our piggy got his own, fenced in side yard. His own pad he could be territorial over. To clean the pig doo doo, I’d let him out in our part of the yard to feast on the trees, bushes, and oranges our golden would pick for him off the tree. If I tried to clean up his pig yard and rearrange things, he wasn’t a happy camper. He lived to be 17 bless his piggy heart.
I’ve never driven a tractor. I used to have a jeep back in college. A hummer (real one), a Bubba Watson hovercraft, a tractor, and ride in a limo are on my getting shorter by the day (crossing out the unattainable) bucket list. I mowed when I was a kid, when my dad finally relented and let me, a girl, mow the lawn. My just younger than me brother kept running over the cord. I liked to mow patterns in the grass. That reminds me, I’d like to drive one of those Zimboni ice machines too.