Oh dear, the cows again. :) Cows are pretty dope though, fairly gentle for large animals, but if had to be honest, my heart is with pigs. As pets, of course. I used to have this guy in my life, but I had to sell him because he went from 1 kg to 100 kg in 10 months: Man, I wish I never had to sell that dude. I truly, truly loved the fuck out of that pig, even though he ate my phone. Lock, stock and barrel. Like I said, I think I'm a city guy at heart, but I'm from the woods. I'd love to have a great community around me, with enough space that we could breathe but still be neighborly and have services and rub elbows. Such a place, to my knowledge, does not exist. But I think fantasy is important, as it can shape our real life choices.
Awwwww oink oink Now I might want a pig! Besides being absolutely adorable when they are young, and massive when they grow up, I've heard they come in handy if you've ever got a dead body on your hand... (Hahahah I've been on a good cow streak this week, haven't I? Of course all the cow stuff stems from the single vacation last weekend. It's not like I'm constantly obsessing about cows...and the things they do...)
Uh huh, yeah, ok. :) Honestly, favorite pet ever. Did you know that if a pig trusts and likes you, that if you scratch its belly, it will just fall over and oink for you to scratch it some more? It will. And while you are scratching it, it will stealthily steal your heart . . .
Our old roommate had a bulldog that would do the same thing. She was fat and slobbery and smelled but the second she rolled over, tongue lagging out, steadily snorting, raising her head to make sure I saw her and her now-upside-down un-doopy eyes staring at me like she was a cokehead and I was holding a new bag of coke, none of it mattered and I just wanted to scratch it until it's chubby little legs were twitching so fast and she was snorting so intensely that she might pass out from sheer, unadulterated joy. Here's two videos: 1 2 Under my giggles, you can hear her snorts. I think yours was probably still better. When I move onto my fantasy farm and have my own fantasy cow and fantasy piggy, you'll have to visit.
Haha, I've always liked bulldogs. I tried to take a high school friend's bulldog swimming in her pool one time and it didn't work out so well. The bulldog was perfectly fine, but when it jumped in the pool it sank like a stone. My pig (Squeak) not only loved belly scratching, but if I opened a beer, I'd immediately hear hooves pounding my way. That pig absolutely loved beer and if I let him get into the whiskey, he'd run all around the house and the yard. Pigs can run a lot faster that you'd think, because most of the time they're so lazy. They're also really, really strong for their size. Once I came home and he'd busted open a section of the concrete balcony and bent a piece of rebar up and was suckling on it. If he wanted his head scratched and I wasn't paying attention to him, he'd scoop my foot up with his snout and start rubbing his head on the bottom of my foot until I took over. I would love to live in a place where I could have a bunch of animal pals! Unfortunately, that's (obviously) a downside to living in a place with lots of people around. I figured out that what I call "farm smell" is mostly pig and cow pee, but somehow if it's my animal, then it's perfectly ok by me. If your fantasy farm happens, then I would most definitely visit if I could hang out with some animals.