It was early 2008, well maybe not so early, regardless, it was 2008 and I had suffered the loss of a particular kitty, named kitty. Mother and I ventured to the pound to pick out a new hair-cougher when we caught a glimpse of her majesty. Of course we had to visit with her, of course. Upon freeing the beast from her cage, she proceeded to not give a damn about us. Interesting for someone who's been locked up, lackin' lovin'.
Well, fuck it, we said, why not eh? She's cute right? Tight. Off we went with our pig-claim slip and a cat while the little girl prepped for her debut in the Biffle household. During the course of her release procedures, it was decided that Costa Rica and Ecuador were the places for me. The brilliant day when Pig was introduced to our home was lost upon me, the wandering lone ranger (oh yeah). During my slightly far flung travels there was news of upheaval amongst the ranks of dogs, leaving Pig with two different gangsta scars on her paws from stickin' her elders in the grill. This wouldn't do, dog stitches are pricey and somewhat silly. It came time for me to return and kindle some Pig love, BUT TO MY SURPRISE, A PIGA LISA AWAITED ME!
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