Forever in my heart and always with me. I love you buddy. <3 <3
Monday, August 27, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Comfy pigs!
Here are 3 boys LOVING air conditioning during this heat wave!!! (Please remember...if it's too hot for you out there...it's too hot for your pets. Make sure they have shelter, shade and fresh, cold water at all times.)
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Annoyingly smart pigs
My pigs have caught on to the fact that they will receive an hour long brushing before they are let into the house if they go roll in the mud first. Sometimes I wish they weren't so smart. If they keep it up they are going to realize their worst fear...being left outside for the night (yes, even after it's dark Tanner!) I don't think my front door would hold up, and I know my neighbors wouldn't get any sleep, but one of these days..............
Speaking of smart, I remember when Tucker was little and I was trying to teach him to come to the door when I called him. Every time he would come into the house, I would give him a grape. It took him TWO times of doing this before he caught on to the fact that every time he came through the door, he got a treat. He would come to the door, squeal to come in, come in and get his treat and then turn right around and ask to be let out. I would let him out and he would squeal to get back in and then expect a grape. He would do this for hours!
Man, I miss that guy. </3
Speaking of smart, I remember when Tucker was little and I was trying to teach him to come to the door when I called him. Every time he would come into the house, I would give him a grape. It took him TWO times of doing this before he caught on to the fact that every time he came through the door, he got a treat. He would come to the door, squeal to come in, come in and get his treat and then turn right around and ask to be let out. I would let him out and he would squeal to get back in and then expect a grape. He would do this for hours!
Man, I miss that guy. </3
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Rest in Peace Tucker
I said goodbye to the best friend I have ever had this week and it was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. It was way too early. He was only 5. His living conditions during the first 5 weeks of his life caused him a lifetime of sickness and an early death. Breeders don't care about these things. He was $75 free and clear in her pocket for very little effort on her part. I wish they would look into the eyes of these animals so they could see that they are so much more than that.
Never before has someone made such a huge impact on my life. He is the reason I am vegan. He was the eyes and heart I was finally able to see behind the ingrained belief that meat comes from the grocery store. It doesn't. He is the reason animal rights mean so much to me because he had no choice and no voice in the way he was treated. He is the reason 4 other pigs and many other farm animals are living out their lives here, free from abuse and neglect. He made me understand, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that animals have the same feelings that we do and they want to be loved. Even pigs. Especially pigs. They are like no other animals I know. He meant so much to me and I will never forget him.
He was my very best friend.
I love you Tucker.
Never before has someone made such a huge impact on my life. He is the reason I am vegan. He was the eyes and heart I was finally able to see behind the ingrained belief that meat comes from the grocery store. It doesn't. He is the reason animal rights mean so much to me because he had no choice and no voice in the way he was treated. He is the reason 4 other pigs and many other farm animals are living out their lives here, free from abuse and neglect. He made me understand, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that animals have the same feelings that we do and they want to be loved. Even pigs. Especially pigs. They are like no other animals I know. He meant so much to me and I will never forget him.
He was my very best friend.
I love you Tucker.
Friday, January 6, 2012
If Pigs Could Speak
If Pigs Could Speak
By Andrew Kirschner
I am a pig.
I am a happy and affectionate animal by nature.
I like to play in the grass and nurture my young.
In the wild, I eat leaves, roots, grass, flowers, and fruits.
I have a terrific sense of smell and I am highly intelligent.
I am a pig.
I can learn tasks as quickly as chimpanzees and faster than dogs.
I roll around in mud to cool down
but I am a very clean animal
and don't excrete anywhere near where I live.
I speak my own language that you cannot understand.
I am often loved as a house mate.
I like being in groups and live a long natural life in the wild or a safe home.
I enjoy interacting with people and I am very gentle.
I wish I could do and be all of those things
but I was born on a factory farm like billions of other pigs
and so I experience none of them.
I am a pig.
If I could speak
I would tell you that I spend my life
in a crowded and filthy warehouse
in a tiny metal crate.
The owners call it a farm so you won't feel bad for me.
It's not a farm.
My life is miserable from the day I'm born until the day I die.
In many cases, I live my entire life in a gestation crate
where I can't even turn around.
I try to escape but can't.
I suffer severe emotional and physical ailments
as a result of my confinement.
I have bruises all over my head and face
from trying to get out of my cage.
I bang my head against the bars.
It is analogous to living in a coffin.
I am a pig.
If I could speak I would tell you that
I don't ever feel the warmth of another pig.
I only feel the cold metal bars of my cage
and the feces that I am forced to sleep in.
I don't see daylight until a trucker drives me to a slaughterhouse.
I am a pig.
I am beaten often by ruthless factory farmers
who take pleasure in hearing me squeal.
I am constantly impregnated
and do not have any interaction with my piglets.
My feet are tied together so I am forced to stand all day.
When I was born, I was separated from my mother.
In the wild, I would have stayed with her for five months.
Now I am forced to have 25 piglets a year through artificial insemination
as opposed to six per year I would have in the wild.
Being in a constant state of pregnancy is slow torture.
Overcrowding and the smell of being covered in raw sewage
causes many of us to go insane
and bite each other through our cages.
Sometimes we kill each other.
It's not our nature.
My home smells of ammonia.
I sleep on concrete.
I am tied up so I can't even roll over.
My food is loaded with artificial fats that cause me terrible health problems
so my owners can make more money off my size.
I am never able to search for food as I do by instinct in the wild.
I am a pig.
I am bored and have nothing to do
so I bite my tail and the tails of others
so the factory farmers cut off our tails
without any pain killers.
It is excruciating and causes infection.
When it's time for us to be killed,
we are supposed to be stunned to death with a bolt gun
until we can't feel pain
but often the gun is not properly charged or the stunner misses,
or we're too big for it
and it fails to work properly.
Sometimes we go through the slaughter process
sticking, skinning, dismembering, and eviscerating –
alive, conscious, and kicking.
I am a pig.
If I could speak
I would tell you we suffer horribly.
Our death is slow and violent torture.
It can last as long as 20 minutes.
If you saw it happen,
you would probably never eat an animal again.
That's why what happens inside factory farms
is the best kept secret in the world.
I am a pig.
You can dismiss me as a worthless animal.
Call me filthy even though I am clean by nature.
Say I don't matter because I taste good to eat.
Be indifferent to my suffering.
But now you know,
I feel pain, sadness, and fear.
I suffer.
Even though I will be killed
and deprived of a humane and natural life
You now know it is wrong
and if you continue eating animals like me
when you don't need to eat them to survive
it will be on your conscience
and you bear responsibility for the cruelty
because you're funding it by purchasing my flesh
99% of which comes from factory farms.
You have a choice
to live a cruelty-free life
and go vegan.
It's much easier than you think
and it is a very fulfilling lifestyle —
healthier for you,
better for the environment,
and most of all,
it does not contribute to the abuse of animals.
Please give it some thought.
I am no more meant to be eaten by you
than you are meant to be eaten by me.
The idea of eating me is a human creation for profit
not a divine one or one born of necessity but rather choice.
If you could choose not to abuse an animal, would you?
If the choice of ending animal cruelty
meant making some simple changes in your life,
would you make them?
Forget about cultural norms.
Do what you know is right.
Align your compassionate heart and mind
with your actions.
Please stop eating pork, ham, bacon, sausage
and buying other products made from pig body parts such as leather.
I am a pig.
I'm begging you to develop the same respect for me
that you have for your dog or cat.
During the time it took you to read this message,
approximately 26,000 pigs were brutally slaughtered
on factory farms.
Simply because you didn't see it happen
doesn't mean it didn't happen.
It did.
I am a pig.
I had only one life on this earth.
It's too late for me
but it is not too late for you to make a change
like millions of other people
and save other animals from the life I lived.
I hope animals' lives will begin to mean more to you now –
now that you know.
I was a pig.
By Andrew Kirschner
I am a pig.
I am a happy and affectionate animal by nature.
I like to play in the grass and nurture my young.
In the wild, I eat leaves, roots, grass, flowers, and fruits.
I have a terrific sense of smell and I am highly intelligent.
I am a pig.
I can learn tasks as quickly as chimpanzees and faster than dogs.
I roll around in mud to cool down
but I am a very clean animal
and don't excrete anywhere near where I live.
I speak my own language that you cannot understand.
I am often loved as a house mate.
I like being in groups and live a long natural life in the wild or a safe home.
I enjoy interacting with people and I am very gentle.
I wish I could do and be all of those things
but I was born on a factory farm like billions of other pigs
and so I experience none of them.
I am a pig.
If I could speak
I would tell you that I spend my life
in a crowded and filthy warehouse
in a tiny metal crate.
The owners call it a farm so you won't feel bad for me.
It's not a farm.
My life is miserable from the day I'm born until the day I die.
In many cases, I live my entire life in a gestation crate
where I can't even turn around.
I try to escape but can't.
I suffer severe emotional and physical ailments
as a result of my confinement.
I have bruises all over my head and face
from trying to get out of my cage.
I bang my head against the bars.
It is analogous to living in a coffin.
I am a pig.
If I could speak I would tell you that
I don't ever feel the warmth of another pig.
I only feel the cold metal bars of my cage
and the feces that I am forced to sleep in.
I don't see daylight until a trucker drives me to a slaughterhouse.
I am a pig.
I am beaten often by ruthless factory farmers
who take pleasure in hearing me squeal.
I am constantly impregnated
and do not have any interaction with my piglets.
My feet are tied together so I am forced to stand all day.
When I was born, I was separated from my mother.
In the wild, I would have stayed with her for five months.
Now I am forced to have 25 piglets a year through artificial insemination
as opposed to six per year I would have in the wild.
Being in a constant state of pregnancy is slow torture.
Overcrowding and the smell of being covered in raw sewage
causes many of us to go insane
and bite each other through our cages.
Sometimes we kill each other.
It's not our nature.
My home smells of ammonia.
I sleep on concrete.
I am tied up so I can't even roll over.
My food is loaded with artificial fats that cause me terrible health problems
so my owners can make more money off my size.
I am never able to search for food as I do by instinct in the wild.
I am a pig.
I am bored and have nothing to do
so I bite my tail and the tails of others
so the factory farmers cut off our tails
without any pain killers.
It is excruciating and causes infection.
When it's time for us to be killed,
we are supposed to be stunned to death with a bolt gun
until we can't feel pain
but often the gun is not properly charged or the stunner misses,
or we're too big for it
and it fails to work properly.
Sometimes we go through the slaughter process
sticking, skinning, dismembering, and eviscerating –
alive, conscious, and kicking.
I am a pig.
If I could speak
I would tell you we suffer horribly.
Our death is slow and violent torture.
It can last as long as 20 minutes.
If you saw it happen,
you would probably never eat an animal again.
That's why what happens inside factory farms
is the best kept secret in the world.
I am a pig.
You can dismiss me as a worthless animal.
Call me filthy even though I am clean by nature.
Say I don't matter because I taste good to eat.
Be indifferent to my suffering.
But now you know,
I feel pain, sadness, and fear.
I suffer.
Even though I will be killed
and deprived of a humane and natural life
You now know it is wrong
and if you continue eating animals like me
when you don't need to eat them to survive
it will be on your conscience
and you bear responsibility for the cruelty
because you're funding it by purchasing my flesh
99% of which comes from factory farms.
You have a choice
to live a cruelty-free life
and go vegan.
It's much easier than you think
and it is a very fulfilling lifestyle —
healthier for you,
better for the environment,
and most of all,
it does not contribute to the abuse of animals.
Please give it some thought.
I am no more meant to be eaten by you
than you are meant to be eaten by me.
The idea of eating me is a human creation for profit
not a divine one or one born of necessity but rather choice.
If you could choose not to abuse an animal, would you?
If the choice of ending animal cruelty
meant making some simple changes in your life,
would you make them?
Forget about cultural norms.
Do what you know is right.
Align your compassionate heart and mind
with your actions.
Please stop eating pork, ham, bacon, sausage
and buying other products made from pig body parts such as leather.
I am a pig.
I'm begging you to develop the same respect for me
that you have for your dog or cat.
During the time it took you to read this message,
approximately 26,000 pigs were brutally slaughtered
on factory farms.
Simply because you didn't see it happen
doesn't mean it didn't happen.
It did.
I am a pig.
I had only one life on this earth.
It's too late for me
but it is not too late for you to make a change
like millions of other people
and save other animals from the life I lived.
I hope animals' lives will begin to mean more to you now –
now that you know.
I was a pig.
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