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by dot dot dot » Tue, 16 Aug 2005 5:18 pm
bit hesitative to tell this story, but ok, here it is.
About pets being gross (or their 'masters'...)
When I was a child, every year we were to go on holidays to Mayrhofen, a small town in Austria, beautiful place (back then, now it is torremolinos in the mountains I heard, Chris to confirm...). Anyway.
We always stayed in this hotel, the son of the owner was called Hans and he and I got along pretty well (we both shared the frustration and pain of having to wear the infamous "Lederhosen", a shorts made of rough leather, quite uncomfortable).
Now he had a couple of pigs as pets, they were in a wooden place in the fields, outside the back of the hotel.
Every day we went to feed the pigs and another part of the daily ritual was washing the piggies. So we had a hose and then we would put on the watertab as powerfull as possible (cold water from the Austrian Alp mountains) and start spraying the pigs. The fun was in the screaming, as they made an awful hell lot of noise, when being sprayed with the hose.
We had fun, no clue what those pigs were feeling...
After a while we found out another game to be added to entertain the "schweine" / pigs: Hansl started peeing on the pigs, which they somehow seemed to like better than the cold water from the hose (less power and a bit more luke warm, I guess).
Since I localize quite fast to cultures being exposed to me, I took out the little willy and joined the ritual, the pigs had fun, we cried tears from enjoyment.
I suddenly didnot feel the frustration from wearing the Lederhosen any longer, I enjoyed our holidays and I was a happy kid. So much, that when we left for home, Hansl came with a present: a small piggie / 'schweinchen'...
Mum 'n dad were a bit reluctant, but since I was quite dominaring at that age already, we ended up driving home with my little piggie next to me on the backseat of the car. Next day we went to a local shop for pets and bought some clothings, a wooden house and a leash for my piggie.
After that we came home and I took piggie to the garage, where we put the newly bought wooden house, I made him go inside and watched him for a while, looking whether he liked it. he was sniffin' around, but seemed a bit restless, not used to his new environment.
It just popped up in my mind, we needed to get piggie feel at home, so what else to do but give him an introduction in what I believed he would looove to receive: a shower...
I unzipped, went over to the wooden house, saw him rising his snout and gave it a go: I showered the pig, but instead of him liking the treatment he started screaming like crazy.
Next thing I knew, mum 'n dad came running, piggie was furious and I was just standing there and finished the shower. Mum 'n dad were watching with their mouth open, in full disgrace.
The piggie was sent to the farm in town the next day, I was having house arrest for three days.
I am sorry to share this nonsense with you, but hope you all understand I was 10 years old and just trying to give a pig a 'warm welcome'...
Eric