PIG DAY
Brigitte Lietz

I usually go on Tuesdays and Thursdays to school. Last week on Tuesday I missed because my husband needed me to load the pigs on the truck and drive with him to the slaughter house in Moncton. It started with helping him on Monday night put the ramp in the right place. We made a small way where they had to go.

The next morning I put on my "extra work" clothes for loading the pigs. My husband drove the truck back to the ramp, put some hay and pig food on it. Then he opened the door to the pig barn, but no pigs wanted to go. They were happy where they were.

We tried to chase them out of the barn. They came out, but not to the ramp. We pushed and pushed every single pig to get them up. If one was on the car and found the food he would stay there. It was hard to do. One pig moved around and I had a free ride back to the barn.

After all the pigs were on the truck and our clothes were wet from sweat. We went in to wash up and change clothes and we took off. Our pigs were the first and everything was finished by 11 o'clock. We stopped by Mac Donald's for lunch and went home. After all this dirt and sweating it was a nice and enjoyable day.