I will continue the story of the pigs at the Knucklehead Ranch. In particular, I want to share a story about Edgar, my male Yorkshire pig.
Edgar came to live with us after the other two female pigs had arrived. He came out of the same litter of piglets. The sow weighed about 400 pounds. Wow! I can’t imagine trying to feed a pig that big.
Anyway, all the pigs got along well. Until Edgar started to develop his testicles after a few months and he was sniffing the girls up! My friend kept saying we needed to neuter him. I didn’t want to have any pregnant pigs. Holy mackerel, I really didn’t want to do the neuter job. Kristi said she would do it, so I let her. Kristi had watched Youtube on the whole process. Is that like “I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express commercial?
First, we had to catch Edgar. That was a chore for certain. Eventually, Kristi made an awesome snag and caught his back leg with the lasso. She rocked on that deal! We got him into the barn and Kristi used a scalpel to remove the testicles. Dad gum, that’s all I have to say about that situation. Only one incision and she got both testicles out. Slick as a whistle! Edgar bled a little bit but eventually, it stopped. All Bleeding eventually stops! Kristi says, do you want your dogs to have these testicles? Hell no!
I felt bad for Edgar. As a Paramedic and ER Nurse, I have seen a lot of trauma. People I can deal with but animals are altogether another story. Bless em! I have a soft spot in my heart for animals.
Summer came around and I made mud puddles for the pigs every day. I noticed that Edgar had a little mud ball on his tail. The mud was just stuck to the hair on the end of his tail, no biggie, right? Well after a couple of weeks, the mud ball had gotten bigger. I kept saying, I need to get out there and knock that thing off his tail.
One day I went out to feed and that darn mud ball was bigger than a softball. Edgar couldn’t walk very well, his rear hocks were swollen and red, and he couldn’t poop well as the tail was too heavy to move out of the way. I decided that I’d catch him and knock the ball off with a hammer or brick or whatever I could find in the yard.
I had a hard time trying to catch him by myself. Obviously, Edgar was a little shy of humans after having his taters cut out. Poor thing. I thought I’ll sneak up on him and catch his leg while he’s drinking water. I ended up getting the lasso around his tail just above the mud ball. Well, I thought he would stop moving when the rope got tight. A lot of thinking was going on, but not a lot of it was logical. Nope, he hauled ass off into the pasture. So there I am being dragged behind a 250-pound pig. Where is the Go-Pro when you need it!
So, I am being dragged behind a 250-pound pig and I kept yelling stop, stop. He didn’t listen obviously. I wrapped the rope around a t-post as I flew by and sure enough, Edgar stopped momentarily. Snap! Pop! Unfortunately, the tail snapped off right above the mud ball. OMG, Edgar’s tail snapped off. The stump of it was bleeding, I was crying and apologizing to the pig. The mud ball was laying on the ground with part of Eddie’s tail sticking out of it. Woopsy!
It just didn’t occur to me that the pig wouldn’t stop when the slack came out of the rope. I am a recreation major, not an engineer. The weight to force ratio thing didn’t go through my brain. I didn’t do any calculations before attempting this stunt. Poor Edgar.
The tail healed up on its own. It didn’t really bother him after about an hour anyway. There is a lesson in this situation. Don’t put the rope around the tail.