She was a tiny pot bellied pig that my father’s evil girlfriend thing wanted…
A housepet! Lets make it a housepet!!
It shat everywhere bumrushed my cat (which even though it grew bigger before we put it outside, my cat beat it up) ruined our carpets, and the room they wanted to be Oinkle’s (hah oinkle so clever…) Continued to smell months after.
When we put it outside our dog immeadiately hated her for he was put in the back wooden fenced yard. Ruined out chainlinked fence to the point where we had put every tire broken bench and pole we could find up against it. Oinkle screamed like bloody murder the whole neighborhood could hear. And a few times we had to act like we were playing a contest of Greased big to bring the massive ball of fat back into the yard.
Because it had ruined our former yard and fence, AND we could be seen by every passer by on the road (which grew busy from time to time) We looked like hillbillies thanks to my dad’s horrid ugly girlfriend at the time.
Many attempts to secreatly give it away were futile. Advertising around school, telling people who passed by, even a garbage man offered to take oinkle to eat. (even though I don’t think you are ‘suppose’ to eat them)
When the dog was able to move back into the front yard they grew to attacking each other. Dog lusted Pig for blood from the Dogs lust. When I left the home after I my father the pig was still there but later sent to an auction
