Pigs are also like trophy wives...

We are preparing to send boy pig to freezer camp. He is as big as we've ever grown a pig and he had an "episode" while we had some FOFs here for a visit that I won't exactly call an attack - but when over 300 pounds of pig comes at you full speed, well...

In any case, we opted for a wilder cross for pig pig round three. Christian will get to do an interesting taste test when their camp date comes. Meet Bacon and Chop. Bacon is on the left and is named after our friend Mickie's dog, who has similar coloring. It's just not as funny to name a pig Bacon as it is a dog, but whatever. Chop is maybe the cutest feral thing I've ever seen.

They are still a little skittish, but some leftover fish tacos have helped warm them up to us just a bit. We found it takes at least a week for piglets to stop freaking out every time you get near them. We will be patient.

...but I really can't wait to pet them.