I grew up on a small farm in Illinois where we raised Herford cattle. So I don't claim to know a lot about swine. We did have one. I was only about 8 years old when we got 'Arnold.' We played with Arnold and fed him treats from the bread store. I remember a few years later when the whole family loaded up in the truck to take the pig to the meat processing place. The man who was unloading the livestock heard us call the pig by his name. It really didn't dawn on us what would happen to Arnold, until we returned about two weeks later. The man who helped us before greeted us with, "Here is Arnold--in two boxes!" We were mortified and didn't eat pork for weeks.
