Wallowing with the Pigs

I meant to take one sunny afternoon this summer and roll around with the pigs in their wallow. I love pigs, I love getting muddy, and it seemed like a silly little fun thing perfectly suited for me.

Then the pigs got bigger, and it turns out that they can bite.

Then the wallow got nasty, because while some people claim that pigs are smart enough not to piss or shit in their wallow, they turned out to be really wrong about that. Or maybe my pigs were just particularly yucky. Either way, it got harder and harder to keep the wallow sanitary, and there was no way I was getting in there.

I may try it next year, remembering to get my rolling around with the pigs in while they are still cute little animals with a clean wallow.

Either way, here’s a comic I found from Sinfest that sums me up pretty well.

While I used to get the urge now and then, I’ve finally completely given up on buying makeup, “dress clothes”, and the like. While I’m not a pig (I’m quite sure I’ve never shit in my bath water!), I am definitely a dirty hippie, and it makes the most sense to just be me.  :-)

Tags: Hippie, Pigs