Truman, Mr. August in the 2011 PSAS calendar
One of my friends and fellow volunteers, Sheryl, unabashedly plays favorites with the animals at the sanctuary. Truman, one of the younger pigs, is her absolute 100% favorite. She brings him special treats, and boy does he know it! She shows up, and he’s right there, hoping it is another donut day.
She was on vacation recently, and missed two weekends at the sanctuary. “Make sure Trumie gets treats!” she told us. “Do you think he’ll forget me?” she worried.
As if anyone could forget those vegan donuts!
I promised I’d take pictures…and I did, but of course they sat on my hard drive, so they didn’t do Sheryl much good!
So this is a Truman post. And to prove that I really did take pictures of him each weekend, I’ll point out that the pig barn’s roof is being replaced, so you can watch the progress on the roof for proof!
Truman, March 26, 2011
The line dangling down the roof is something the roofers seem to tie themselves to, I assume in case they slip.
The interesting thing about the roofers being there is that they were afraid of the pigs! And the cows and horses and mules. I’m pretty sure they were completely baffled by us. This past weekend I was taking a bunch of pictures of Truman, and one of the worker kept glancing over.
Perhaps he was read to jump the fence and save me if Truman decided that I was a donut!
Truman is such a sweet pig that he doesn’t even pick on the newer, smaller, younger pigs. Pigs form a very strict hierarchy, and when new pigs are introduced there’s always a bit of drama. Low-key drama, but drama nonetheless, while the new pig tries to find where he or she fits in the hierarchy.
The further up the ladder they want to climb, the more drama there is. Some pigs, like Truman and Harley, are content to be low-ranking, and so they just get out of everyone else’s way.
Last weekend I did see Truman nudge one of the three babies away from where he was eating. When I told Dave he said, “you have to tell Sheryl!”
"You're not Sheryl, but maybe you have donuts?"
Truman’s story is fairly unusual. He was bought by some young men for a pig roast. Yet, they couldn’t bring themselves to kill him. Not knowing what else to do, they released him along the C&O Canal. Through one of those odd quirks of fate, Terry heard about this fourth or fifth hand, and so animal control was on the lookout for him before he was even spotted.
Those boys eventually heard that Truman had been rescued, and that he was living safe and sound at the sanctuary. They expressed interest in coming to see him. I’m not sure if they ever did, or how serious they were about it, and if they’ll visit him in the future.
Apparently, though, there’s just something about Truman.