Monday, August 18, 2008

Why one-eared pig?


My grandmother gave me Pig when I was 10, shortly before she died. He is a Gund, and started his journey as a soft, fuzzy, dependable friend who loved me unconditionally. His fuzziness is long gone; he is grubby, has holes and only one ear (there is a second ear... somewhere). His dependability, however, has never waivered. In middle school, I used to name him after boys I had crushes on, but the identity crisis wasn't good for his self-esteem. 29 years later, I still sleep with him (much to my husband's chagrin).

Love me, love my Pig.

2 comments:

Thursday said...

I've often wondered what Pig looks like. Look at that whimsically large ear he has left after the other one was loved off....

Frostfire said...

And a most loveable-looking Pig he is, I must say!