I imagine that if you had asked my Mom how she thought she would have spent her elder years as a Grandma the answer would have gone something like this:  Living in a lovely co-op within walking distance of museums in New York City.  Spending her afternoons kibitzing with her friends over Mah Jong, attending the occasional lecture or concert with my father.

Instead, she’s living on an island in the Pacific Northwest with a runt piglet living in a box in her laundry room!

As I have mentioned, one of Red Rosie’s piglets is a runt.  To put it into perspective all her babies are the size of a Chihuahua.  The runt is the size of HALF a Chihuahua.  While it is healthy enough it would have an almost impossible time shouldering into a teat at this stage of the game. Its larger littermates would make getting a consistently full belly challenging.

What to do with this little one?  My mom has always been an overachiever in the nurturing department.  She volunteered to Mark that she would give the runt a leg up for a week or two by handing feeding it.

And so she is…