My Dad had cattle & hogs while I was a kid. If a sow had a big litter, Dad would bring home the runt. Either my sister or I would bottlefeed it, and raise it until it was large enough to sell. Dad allowed us to keep the money from selling it. I had no problem eating any of its big brothers or sisters, but then being the youngest, it seemed like great revenge on bullying, bossy siblings. I raised a lamb for 4-H, but we never had mutton to eat. Dad was scared I’d get hurt with a calf, so he never let me raise one. I still enjoy bacon, sausage, ham, pulled pork…. Doesn’t bother me a bit that I had hogs as pets.
My Dad had cattle & hogs while I was a kid. If a sow had a big litter, Dad would bring home the runt. Either my sister or I would bottlefeed it, and raise it until it was large enough to sell. Dad allowed us to keep the money from selling it. I had no problem eating any of its big brothers or sisters, but then being the youngest, it seemed like great revenge on bullying, bossy siblings. I raised a lamb for 4-H, but we never had mutton to eat. Dad was scared I’d get hurt with a calf, so he never let me raise one. I still enjoy bacon, sausage, ham, pulled pork…. Doesn’t bother me a bit that I had hogs as pets.