Homer: Are you saying you're never going to eat any animal again? What about bacon?
Homer: Pork chops?
Lisa: Dad, those all come from the same animal.
Homer: Heh heh heh. Ooh, yeah, right, Lisa. A wonderful, magical animal.
AP is reporting that a south Minneapolis neighborhood hero, Arnold, died last month. He earned his moniker after biting the leg of one of two men trying to rob his owner, Becky Moyer, at gunpoint in February 2001.
Ms. Moyer had just returned home when the two men confronted her in her garage while Arnold was sitting patiently by the refrigerator waiting for his dinner. Moyer screamed once inside the house, and Arnold sprang into action. He attacked one of the burglars, drawing blood, and forcing both intruders to flee.
Given my taste for the other white meat, learning of Arnold's demise has made for a day of mixed feelings. Arnold, a mixed breed part-Yorkshire, part-Vietnamese potbellied pig was expected to grow to be about 60 pounds. He died at age six, apparently of heart failure, weighing about 450 pounds.
A magical animal indeed.
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