A PIG’S EYE VIEW ON NATIONAL PIG DAY
Anonymous Pig Activist
A PIG ACTIVIST’S PLEA
Whatever you humans do today, March 1, 2012, DO NOT eat at Cici’s Pizza. Instead, initiate a boycott against the restaurant.
Why? Because Cici’s not only offers pork toppings on its pizza—a singular crime worthy of boycott—but its current special is HOG PIZZA.
March 1 is NATIONAL PIG DAY.
If you must dine at Cici’s order their other special: chicken wings. Even though they charge extra for this delicacy, keep in mind that it will not only reduce Cici’s assault on our ilk—it will reduce the number of our food competitors.
Remember, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES should you order HOG PIZZA!
…Anonymous Pig Activist
ABOUT NATIONAL PIG DAY
Today is a landmark day, a day set aside to celebrate our ilk, a day to begin a whole new dietary regimen for humans.
Today is the fortieth National Pig Day.
On this anniversary I’d like to honor the two sisters, Mary Lynne Rave (North Carolina) and Ellen Stanley (Texas), who initiated National Pig Day in 1972*.
Rave wanted to accord to (us) pigs (our) rightful, though generally unrecognized, place as (more…)
DOG STORIES I TOLD AT THE CAFÉ
While at a local cafe’ my friend and another patron were exchanging dog stories. The following is my contribution to the conversation. The first part of the conversation can be read by clicking on Dog Stories I Heard at the Café
My friend whom I’ll call Vivian turned to me and said “If you had a pet, you could tell a story too.”
“I had a Border collie at one time,” I said. “I have stories too.”
“We acquired Tagalong when her owners needed a place for her while they took an extended trip to Europe,” I said. “Shortly, we were presented with three puppies. We weren’t certain whether she came to us pregnant, or whether she had had an immediate tryst with one of our neighbor’s dogs.
One of the pups was gorgeous He was adopted by my mother, who loved him dearly.
“For some reason we didn’t know she didn’t like delivery men, especially the UPS drivers. We had to protect them from her.
“One time I had to stop her from attacking the mother (I’ll call her Amy) of one of my child care home children. On a bitter, cold winter morning three-year-old Christine decided to (more…)
DOG STORIES I HEARD AT THE CAFÉ
Occasionally I have the opportunity to eat breakfast at a local cafe’. Below is part one of a conversation held there one morning. To read part two click on Dog Stories I Told at the Café
Border collies are not bred like other dogs—good breeders take into consideration the dog’s temperament and ancestry, according to a woman I’ll call Dot.
My friend (whom I’ll call Vivian) and I were breakfasting at a local café and talking to a woman at an adjacent table.
“My border collie (I’ll call him Wicked) was vicious,” said Dot. “I never had a vicious dog before. Even the ghost whisperer I called was appalled.”
Dot went on to say that Wicked was bred from a nine-year-old, which she never saw when she purchased Wicked from the breeder.
“They never let us near the mother. We were told she was (more…)
My restaurant leftover doggy bag meal went to the dog—literally.
The July 6th evening was just cool enough to sit on the patio, where I was enjoying leftover spaghetti and meatballs from the previous night’s dinner at a local restaurant—a two-for-one deal where only half the spaghetti was sufficient for me, so I made two meals out of the serving, making it a three-for-one deal.
Ummm...ummm good! People food is GREAT!
My neighbor’s dog, Mika, was lounging on my porch, subtly eyeing me while I ate. I was ignoring her.
The phone rang. My husband asked me to check on something, so I stepped into the house for a moment. Just for a moment. And a moment is all it took.
I heard the crash, And I knew (more…)
T. S. Eliot had it right—The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter…and my former neighbor might have agreed. That a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES…well, my neighbor was too practical for that, for once not seeing naming from the cat’s point of view, as Eliot did.
Elinor didn’t relate to humans very well, but she believed each cat must not only have a name, it must also have a home. So she gathered six homeless cats, and gave them the name that the family use daily, Such as Goober. (more…)