Mona

Mona

I fell in love with Mona before I even knew her name.  This was not a classic case of love at first sight.  In fact, there’s nothing about her appearance that’s all that extraordinary.  This is what happened: Mona presented herself before me and proceeded to violate my personal space and, then, without warning, dropped to the ground, closed her deeply-lashed brown eyes and waited for me to rub her belly.  When I complied, she responded with deep grunts of satisfaction.  Imagine the most delicate grunt possible, more of a moan with just a hint of a squeal of pleasure hidden inside.  The truth of the matter is that Mona didn’t even have a name; I gave her one.  Mona is an American Guinea Hog.

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7 Replies to “Mona”

  1. Now that I’ve got the attention of my wife and one of my daughters, I’ll state my intention with this blog. I hope to explore the history of human/pig interaction while at the same time writing about my own collection of American Guinea Hogs numbering, at present, 14. How and why have pigs, along with chickens and cows, become dominant sources of animal protein for human consumption? How have pigs changed to suit the needs of modern industrial agriculture? Did pigs choose human beings as a vehicle for reproductive success (see Michael Pollan, Botany of Desire), and, if so, has it been a devil’s bargain? Should we be eating pigs at all? Over the last seven or so years, I’ve struggled with that last question, and, now, I’m looking for an answer.

  2. Oh, dear. I was about to say no, we should not be eating pigs at all, but then remembered the 2 very nice boneless (pork) chops in the fridge, which I am supposed to cook for dinner. Please don’t tell Mona.

  3. Vegan here. Just learned of your blog via the Judge John Hogeman podcast. I like your Mona post. I hope this doesn’t cause devastation. I can’t even swat mosquitoes these days.

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