The picture is a contrast to what i posted last time. We are so lucky, the animals even more that i would create a place where pigs could run free, eat those flowers and roll in a cool pool on a hot sunny day. They are mischievous and i have moved the tubs from one place to another to protect them. And i find myself muttering "pigs" lol .
I seem to be on some quest now to demand changes!! That the public on the whole would never do what is done to those suffering creatures in animal factories. But every time we put one on our plate we are in fact doing it over and over again.
People don't want to read what i am saying here and they certainly don't want to see horrific animal torture chambers on my blog. We don't like what the human race is doing in these factories but there aren't enough of us saying it and to make the changes fast enough. Please, look at who your eating.
I want to tell you about our Carport Penny and what happened to her last night. Pigs do not like change and anything new can be quite disturbing to them. Enter the carpet i put down last night. This is to extend her walk from the carport to her dinner now carpeting the rocky driveway. I have to get her moving farther every day here so she can loose some of that fat and get the weight off of her legs. The driveway is hard for her to walk on in her condition.
Penny did everything she could to get to the food without going near that carpet. The red carpet was rolled out past the carport and right by the custom ramp built leading up the front porch. Penny edged along without touching that carpet and ended up on the ramp. I left her with head hanging over the 2" drop of the ramp staring at her dinner. As stubborn as she was being so was I and I thought for sure the need for dinner would out weigh her fear.
At about 9:30 last night i went out to make sure she was all safe in her bed and she was not there. Wishful thinking had me smiling , did Penny go for a walk around the front of the house??
The picture tells the story of where i found her and then i told her she can't stay up there. What if she rolled over in her sleep and fell off?? And as i spoke to her i reached down to kiss her snout. Her nose was dripping wet and in disbelief my eyes diverted for seconds looking for a source of water. Touching her nose with my fingers i wondered if it was blood. It was not blood, it was tears from an over fed pig who cannot see, cannot move around good and is trapped in her own body. Think if you will what brought such immense sorrow that she cried and cried until i found her.
Pigs .. are not just pork
