She's like a goddamn baby, she'll start squealing and the first couple times you're like "oh no what is wrong I'll go see" and then she's just sitting there looking at you and nothing is wrong, she just wants more snacks.

We tried putting a harness and leash on her and giving her a little walk outside, but she was OUTTA CONTROL. Flailing around (it defied the laws of physics, I don't know how she got so much air) and screaming. We were almost certain that the neighborhood vegetarians were about to accidentally kill a pig on the front lawn. So.... the pig walks will have to wait.

Quote Originally Posted by Michael Swayne
I had a pet steer. His name was T-Bone. Which is appropriate, since a portion of him eventually became a T-Bone. I cared for him as much as any other pet I have had, and even stayed with him on the way to the farm where my parents were having him...you know.


Duuude.