Carolyn Hardy
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7-11-??

Hi, I'm Carolyn Hardy. I've been married to Lee, the greatest
guy in the world, since 7/4/85.
We have 3 children...Dale (28), Lisa (23), and Merrow (19)

The pigs that own me are...
ROY(4/5/95), approximately 108 pounds. His nicknames
are Little man, Boss Hogg, Oinks, Fats and Peeg.

MALCOMB(9/3/97), approximately 35 pounds. His nicknames are Little Bug, LittleHogg, Wart, Little Pig-Little Pig and Little Peeg.

MIMI (rescue)(2/3/94),153 pounds. Her nicknames are Mimi Mo, Miss Mo and Meems.

CARTMAN (rescue)(10/98), 46 pounds His nicknames are Carts, Little short round man and Carebear.

BUBBA (10/98) nicknames are Baby Bubs and Bubbers.

WILBUR (appx 1997) nicknames are Wilbutt and Wilb.

Other pets I own are... Cats: Miffin, (f) 6/88,
Striper (m) 8/86, D.L. (f) 5/92

Dogs: Bear(m)(11/93), David(m)(9/94), Samantha(f)(age unknown)

Donkey: Missy(age unknown)

Moluccan Cockatoo: Rocker(m)(1988)
Amazon Red Lored: Coo-coo bird(m?)(over 20 years old)
African Gray: Coquette(F))1997?)
Love bird: Greenie(m)(age unknown)
Two Cockatiels: Moby(f)(13 yrs)& Nibbles(m)(10 yrs)

Goats: Billy(m)(age unknown), Odi(m)(age unknown), Rags(f)(4/98)

Sheep: Pierre(m)(2 years old), Fifi(f)(age unknown)

I live in Nevada City California where I am a stay at home mommy. Daddy Lee is a truck driver.
So far I have not met any piggy people in person. :o(

About me... I crochet, I plant seeds in the ground to see what lives and what doesn't. But would never call my self a gardener. I was born in Mesa, AZ., July 11th, 19 older than dirt. I love animals! I've been rescuing reptiles for over 8 years. As a child I would catch all of them I could lay my hands on that didn't leave me with just a wiggling tail! Today I don't have to catch them, I just wait, them come to me.

The first pig I saw I was about 8 or 9 years old. I fell in love
with them too. I knew my uncle was raising them for slaughter, but didn't know what that meant. I only understood the selling part. I always wanted a pig, but because of the size of the regular farm pigs, I didn't think that would be possible. When the "Pot Belly Pig Craze" hit in the '80's I wanted one so bad. I believed, like everyone else, that they stayed 35 pounds. I thought, "How wonderful, a pig that would stay little like a dog or cat. I can have a pig!". Couldn't afford the prices though so I just looked and wished and hoped. Then in June 1995 I saw an ad in the paper for a pot belly pig for $10. I couldn't believe it! I drove to Comptonville as fast as I could get there. I didn't care that his ears were chewed up and I already knew that they got bigger than 35 pounds but I'm still
thinking, what? 50 pounds? I didn't care. I HAD A PIG!!!! Anyway I threw the lady my $10 and ran home with my baby. He sat in my daughters lap and peed and pooped all over her. We got home and proceeded to try to think of a name for our new baby. He didn't seem to respond to anything we came up with. My other daughter came home for lunch took one look at the baby pig and said "Hi Roy". He trotted up to her seemed to smile and wagged his tail. He had his name, Roy. The lady told me about a book. I got the book, "Pot bellies and other Miniature Pigs". Read the book, followed the directions on feeding, sorta, taught Roy how to walk on a leash, how to sit and "NO". He always has and still does respond immediately to the work "NO". As a baby he would follow me around the house about 2:00 p.m. everyday crying until I picked him up and laid down on the couch with him for a nap. God, this was heaven. I would lay there with my baby in my arms and bury my nose in his little neck. I love his smell and the way his bristly hair feels.I wanted more. If one pig is heaven what is two?

In June 1998 Lee and I were at a swap meet. There in a booth was a pen of baby pigs. Little tiny baby pigs. In two carriers behind the pen were two more, young, pigs. Lee went off to look around, I stayed at the pig booth. Lee came back and gave the man a $20 and told me to pick which pig I wanted out of one of the carriers. I chose the little black and white guy who was 9 months old and off we went for home. He rode in my lap and peed and pooped all over me. My daughter thought this was great. Once again we went through names. He didn't seem to respond to anything we came up with. I looked at the pig and said "How do you like Malcomb?" He grunted. I took that as a positive response. Malcomb has been nothing like Roy. The house breaking was
as easy or easier than Roy but that is where it ends. Malcomb does not like to be cuddled. It took months before he would get up on the couch with me and only then if Roy was already up there. Malcomb ignores the word "NO". He understands the word "NO" but only stops what he's doing when you get up and walk over to him. He will jump for a treat and if you are not careful he will get your finger as
well. He understands "Sit" but only succeeds in doing the splits. I think he does this on purpose because it gives him more leverage for jumping. It has taken Malcomb a lot longer to warm up to the humans in his herd... but he's getting there. Malcomb has a jaunty little walk. He's so funny. He looks like he should be wearing a derby hat, with maybe a little pool cue in his hoof. He will finally climb up on the couch with me if Roy is there or not. He's only crawled in my lap once for a short cuddle. Now when he's laying on the couch I can sit on the floor and cuddle with him a little. It is heaven. I can put my arms around him and bury my nose in his neck. I love his smell and the way his bristly hair feel. If two pigs are
heaven, what's three like?

Since this page was done, we have acquired a new piggy named Dixie.