12/11/2025
Our girls have been moved to their farrowing pens for our late December and early January litters.
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š IF YOU GIVE A KID A PIGā¦
If you give a kid a pig, heāll ask for a brush.
A soft one.
Then a hard one.
Then the exact brand some kid on TikTok swears turns pigs into grand champions overnight.
Once he has the brush, heāll need soap.
Not human soap.
Not dish soap.
No⦠heāll want the expensive purple stuff that smells like bubblegum and is somehow forty dollars a bottle.
And because he canāt carry all this with his tiny hands, heāll want a show box.
A big one.
With drawers.
And stickers.
And a lock he will lose within twenty minutes.
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Then heāll ask you to go to the barn.
Every day.
Every night.
After school.
Before homework.
Before your coffee.
Youāll be tired.
Youāll be busy.
But heāll insist with that wild, hopeful kid energy that melts your entire heart.
And youāll go.
Youāll help him rinse and brush and walk circles in the dirt until the sun goes down.
Heāll say thereās still enough light.
Heāll say ājust a few more laps.ā
And youāll believe him every time.
Before long, the barn wonāt be enough.
Heāll want to go to a jackpot.
Heāll want the crisp show shirt, the starched jeans, the belt buckle he didnāt win yet but swears he will.
Heāll get dusty.
Heāll get sweaty.
Heāll get manure in places no child should ever get manure.
And heāll laugh.
Soon heāll want to learn how to drive pigs like the big kids.
Heāll watch YouTube videos.
Heāll practice his turns like heās training for the livestock Olympics.
Heāll talk about top lines and muscle and structural correctness like heās secretly in vet school.
Then heāll want friends at the pens.
The late-night arena crew.
The kids who eat concession-stand nachos for breakfast and think electrolytes are a personality trait.
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And then your life changes.
Lazy weekends? Gone.
Laundry? Forever stained.
Your yard? Looks like you abandoned it in 2008.
Youāll haul pigs, panels, gear, snacks, and feral children all over creation.
Youāll spend money you didnāt plan to spend on feed you didnāt plan to buy because apparently this pig needs ājust a little more top-shape, Mom.ā
Your weekends will be spent in a folding chair, sweating through your clothes, questioning every decision youāve ever made.
His weekends will be spent becoming confident, capable, gritty, and proud.
Heāll grow.
Heāll learn responsibility.
Heāll win sometimes.
Heāll lose sometimes.
Heāll take both like a champ.
And one dayā¦
Heāll walk into that show ring and finally place.
Or finally win.
Or finally drive that pig exactly how heās always imagined.
And the look on his face will steal your breath.
Because suddenlyā¦
Heās not your little kid anymore.
Heās a showman.
A competitor.
A young livestock handler who found his purpose in a pile of shavings and a pig that stole his heart.
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And years from nowā¦
Heāll be standing in his own barn.
That old sow will walk up to him.
Heāll scratch her forehead and remember every jackpot, every heartbreak, every late-night walk, every sunrise that changed him.
And heāll realizeā¦
When you gave that kid a pigā¦
You also gave him a childhood heāll never forget.
A purpose.
A community.
A dream.
A place to grow brave.
And youāll hug him.
Your eyes will leak.
And every sacrifice you made will hit you right in the heart.
Because youāll know without questionā¦
š You gave a kid a pig⦠and it changed everything.