It's summer in Ramsay and I'm on the front porch reading when a
little girl and her dad walk by. They get a few steps past the house when I
hear “A pig lives in that house”. “Is that right?” her sceptical dad responds.
That is right. A pig does live in this house. My house. Like a dog? Yes, sort of like a dog but different. Why did you get one?
I wish I could answer that. It might be because I saw one on a
leash as kid, or because I love their cute little faces, or maybe just because
I wanted to be different.
It all started at the wise old age of 24 when I googled "How to keep a pot-bellied pig as a pet". The articles were very helpful, and painted an easy life with a smart, obedient and charming pet. Filled with confidence in my pet-parent ability, I did what anyone would do; I drove to an exotic animal auction in Olds, Alberta with Georgia and bid on a baby pig while my boyfriend waited in the car. The baby pot-bellied pigs were grunting, groaning, and screaming. I …
It was one stupid weekend.
He wouldn’t talk to me on the morning I left, because he
suddenly wanted to go, but now it was too late. Bye! I yelled to his torso
through the open car window.
I wandered through the hippies, reacquainting myself with
this alternate reality. Barefooted, bare-bodied youth.
The first night was uneventful, so we drank and smoked and put up a tarp,
ruining my car in the process. It was no Frog Fest but it was fun and it was
dry. Our more prepared neighbor kept asking if we wanted more rope, which we
The following morning we wandered through Fort Mcleod, and
returned to the festival to discover Nanton friends drinking Pilsners and
having songs dedicated to them. They had artist bracelets on because they were
Lance’s woofers. We watched Tin & The Toad.
DN played after them. I swooned at his way with words. I’d never seen anything
like him, except for that one time.
I was introduced to Kris, as Georgia was handing him beers
from our cooler. “The art…
Canmore, Calgary, High River and everywhere in between was flooded out on June 20-21st by
the Elbow and Bow rivers. Thursday 9:00 AM – The city goes to work, happy
it’s almost the weekend. It’s raining. Thursday 11:00 AM – The rain is heavy and
the city declares a state of emergency. Thursday 11:30AM – Calgarians are skeptical. Thursday 3:00PM –The neighbourhood of
Deer Run is being told to evacuate. How strange. Thursday 5:00PM – We all go home and turn on
the news and realize just how much the rivers may flood from the rain. Many
more neighbourhoods are being told to evacuate. Evacuate to where? Offers on facebook begin, and it sounds like
a good time.
Thursday 7:00PM – “Maybe we won’t have to go
to work tomorrow.” The selfish hope of
many who don’t realize the extent of the situation (including me).
Thursday 9:00PM - Will we have to evacuate? What about Mickey? I guess all we can do is go
to bed, wait and see. If we get woken up by a policeman at our door, then we'll
have to go. Bet…