When the only people to ring your front door bell are Amazon and the pizza deliver guy, having it ring before 7 a.m. on a Saturday wakes you up fast! To be fair, I was up feeding the cats at 5:30, but not Jameson. I was holding out till seven. (Time for her to eat a full breakfast before leaving for our lesson, but not so early as for her to think she should eat again.) Of course as I dashed to the door, only worse case scenarios played through my brain.
What greeted me was a woman, her teenage son, and a full grown pot bellied pig. It seems during an early morning driving lesson, the pig was found wandering on Santiago Canyon, a major highway not a pig trail. Some how they managed to usher the pig past three properties to end up at my front door.
I want to help, but now the clock is ticking on my lesson prep time. It is now pass seven and horse not fed. Stall not cleaned. And pig in my drive way. So, we usher the pig up the hill to my barn level. Now Jameson is used to goats, or at least one spoiled goat.
But a pig is a whole different animal. I foolishly figured she could eat breakfast, while we worked on a way to keep Miss Pig off the streets. Nope. Nada. No chance was she eating with that thang here. Jameson decided running around and acting like we were being invaded by aliens made more sense than eating. So much for that plan.
We quickly learned that the pig could not be contained on my open stalls or round pen. She would scrunch under the fence. The only stall that would have worked was housing some of my sons car parts to his ’70 GTO that he is re-building. Ah.. No. I was left with my tack room or my feed room. Beth and I had spent a recent Sunday cleaning and reorganizing my tack room. So feed room it is. Actually, it is a box stall with pallets to raise the feed off the ground. I knew my vittle vaults could not be opened by the pig so grain and supplements were safe. Decision made and now to encourage her to go in. Friendly pig, but not liking the idea of being contained. We finally got her in, gate shut and tied shut for extra security. The pig promptly began tossing everything movable that weighed less than her. Meanwhile, Jameson was still trotting and pacing her stall and not eating.
With the pig safe it was time to quickly get ready for my lesson. Fingers crossed my youngest (with the GTO) filled the truck with gas as I asked. I have been having trouble raising the trailer high enough to get on my new(er) truck- another project. More time slipping away. I figured I could just finish getting ready, load, and make it in time to warm up Jameson before my lesson.
Still tight skinned and big eyed, Jameson was was happy to go away from her stall. But even with the promise of food, Jameson was not sure about loading onto the trailer. So using the adage act like you have 5 minutes it will take all day. Act like you have all day and it will take 5 minutes, we just stood there and breathed. It took 15 minutes.
Finally, in the truck and on our way- to the gas station. Oh well, warm up is overrated on 3 year olds! We did manage to get there saddled and in the ring on time for my lesson. Thankfully, Amy was running a few minutes behind so we got some walk and stretching time, and then a great lesson. Minus the hunting hawk in the next field, but that is another story.
I am happy to report that Olivia, the pig, found her family. I had posted on the animal finder website, and called a local vet and friend and friend of mine. Lorrie (the barefoot veterinarian) and Beth saw a lost pig post and helped re-unite the pig and her family. By the time we got home from the lesson, the only thing left was my tossed feed room. Cleaning up, I gave Jameson some of the loose hay. Apparently it smelled like pig and even a chow hound like Jameson wanted nothing to do with it. Horses! Did you know that if you want a pig to go somewhere it doesn’t want to go, all you have to do is put a bucket over it’s head and it will back away, and where you want it to go? Now you do and so do I. Thanks Lorrie for the tip! http://www.barefootveterinarian.com
Enjoy the ride!