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stuft:
flowerinaflame:
I love this and it’s cute, my boy is so sincere, but did you know, hogs sleep on their sides, so their uppermost eye faces straight up the whole time they’re lying down. They can so look up, just not while standing.
However, they can’t focus at much of a distance, so they can’t see the stars anyway, no matter what angle they’re at.
Also a market-weight hog is like 200lb and by a year in age they’re more like 300lb and they only get bigger, like goldfish, and also they’ve got real sharp teeth and they’ll bite the shit out of you if you bother them. So like.
It’s a sweet sentiment, but there’s an element of Not Knowing A Damn Thing About Hogs in it.
Also, as a counteroffer of sweet sentiments, I offer to you the sentiment of something like accepting your limitations and finding what you can really appreciate instead. Like–
If I were a severely nearsighted creature, I’d like to be offered something I could appreciate, rather than stars. Maybe give me some mud. One time we had a boar pastured by himself and temporarily he was in a spot with only a little water dish and no mud for a wallow, so I went and got a big bucket of water and dumped it out in a hollow in the ground, and then while he was rolling in that, I went back and got another one, and he rolled around in that mud for a good twenty minutes, making the most blissful noises I’ve ever heard from a pig. He did not give a shit about the stars, but boy, was he delighted with that mud.
May we all get something that delights us that we can use, and be freed from pining for stuff that won’t do us much good.
(I appreciate stars, but I can’t really see them either. Maybe if I had vision coverage on my insurance so I could get new glasses every year…)
stuft:
flowerinaflame:
I love this and it’s cute, my boy is so sincere, but did you know, hogs sleep on their sides, so their uppermost eye faces straight up the whole time they’re lying down. They can so look up, just not while standing.
However, they can’t focus at much of a distance, so they can’t see the stars anyway, no matter what angle they’re at.
Also a market-weight hog is like 200lb and by a year in age they’re more like 300lb and they only get bigger, like goldfish, and also they’ve got real sharp teeth and they’ll bite the shit out of you if you bother them. So like.
It’s a sweet sentiment, but there’s an element of Not Knowing A Damn Thing About Hogs in it.
Also, as a counteroffer of sweet sentiments, I offer to you the sentiment of something like accepting your limitations and finding what you can really appreciate instead. Like–
If I were a severely nearsighted creature, I’d like to be offered something I could appreciate, rather than stars. Maybe give me some mud. One time we had a boar pastured by himself and temporarily he was in a spot with only a little water dish and no mud for a wallow, so I went and got a big bucket of water and dumped it out in a hollow in the ground, and then while he was rolling in that, I went back and got another one, and he rolled around in that mud for a good twenty minutes, making the most blissful noises I’ve ever heard from a pig. He did not give a shit about the stars, but boy, was he delighted with that mud.
May we all get something that delights us that we can use, and be freed from pining for stuff that won’t do us much good.
(I appreciate stars, but I can’t really see them either. Maybe if I had vision coverage on my insurance so I could get new glasses every year…)
