Pig That Thought He Was a Dog
Being raised on an animal farm we sometimes had unusual pets. One that stands out in my mind is a pig that my Father name "Scar." The reason he was named Scar is because he had a large scar along his right side, if he was facing you. He received this scar as a newborn piglet. He was from a large litter having twelve brothers and sisters. When he was just days old his hundred pound Mother stepped on him with her hard, white hoof. My Father brought him to the house and told me that he would need to sewn up if he was going to live.
First Time Sewing up Flesh
This was my first job sewing flesh. With a three inch long, arched needle and fishing wire, we set to work on him. The stitches were about one half an inch apart, this being my first flesh surgery, I was "squirmish" therefore, my stitches were not evenly spaced or even the same length, which did not make for a pretty scar. My Father held the squealing, wrestling piglet while I stitched him up. After surgery, he laid on his side for days, in a box, beside the fire, passing from life to death. The only thing that remained was a nasty looking scar, taking up most of his side. Thus, how he received the name "Scar."
After Scar's surgery and recovery he become a house pet. He would go to the door when he wanted outside to relieve himself. He lived in the house till the day my Mother said, "Vernon, my Father, Scar is getting too big to stay in the house. I keep tripping over him." He was band from the house that day. He was given a dog house to live in, after a week of being pinned close to the dog house he was released to run free in the yard. He was an excellent dog. He never left the yard. He would squeal, when a car came up the drive, thus notifying us of a visitor.
Over time, he began calculating time and began waiting at the entrance to the drive. Waiting for my Mother to come home from work or the school bus to arrive. Then he would run up the drive, chasing the car, nipping at the wheel and squealing. At first, it really worried my Mother because, of course, we had all become attached to Scar, but that worry soon passed when we realized he knew how to avoid tires. He would chase any car that came up the drive. He would run to meet the car and escort them the remaining way to the house.
When Scar had grown to his full height, weighing well over 100 pounds. Visitors, actually the "meter reader," began to complain about huge pig, with a shrinking scar, racing to meet them. Scar was then placed in a pen, with the other pigs, and used as breeding stock. We were the envy of the community that year. The children would all race to the side of bus so they could see "Scar." They were fascinated to see a pig that would meet children at the gate and walk them home.