Posted on 06/26/2008 7:30:37 AM PDT by fings
(You can’t get much happier than a pig in muck, or so we are told.
But when this little piggy arrived in the farmyard she showed a marked reluctance to get her trotters dirty.
While her six brothers and sisters messed around in the mire, she stayed on the edge shaking. It is thought she might have mysophobia - a fear of dirt.)
A pig, fearing dirt. That’s like a dog fearing social interaction, a cat fearing afternoon naps or Rosie O'Donnell fearing an all you can eat buffet. It’s unheard of.
(Owners Debbie and Andrew Keeble were at a loss, until they remembered..
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And here I thought we were going to exchange recipes for home cooked pickled pigs feet.
I was eyeing fresh hooves yesterday but resisted.
10 pounds off and it will be my super duper blow it for a day treat.
Pickled pig’s feet?
Great, now I’m starving.
Popular in Polish cuisine as well. Of course, my swarthier fellow citizens will always claim to have invented it, let alone “chitterlings.”
That pig will never be slaughtered.
A pig afraid of dirt, that sounds like my kind of pig!
My Niece had a pet pig. Smarter than the average dog, too.
Okay, that pic is definitely going into my Cross-stich PatternMaker pile....
A few years back my husband and I were walking Bo in the park. In the distance we saw a very “strange” looking dog. When we got closer we realized someone was walking their pig. I use the term “walking” rather loosely because the pig was definitely of the pot-bellied variety and it wasn’t going anywhere quickly. As for pickled pig’s feet....yeck!
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