October 25, 2012
My Best Buddy
I have been swamped, getting my new book out this week, among a million other things, so I didn’t have time to do a proper blog post. As I was thinking of what to write about I got an email from a reader who asked if Dennis, my wild boar, really goes on walks with me. This was the third or fourth email I’d received asking the same question, so I thought I’d answer that, but first a little history is in order.
Dennis came to our sanctuary when he was only about two weeks old. That’s a picture of him with me on the first day, right after the dogs almost killed him. The vet said Dennis would probably die, as he was bleeding internally and had several broken ribs, but that vet wasn’t counting on the magical healing powers of my wife. She cared for him night and day until he got better.
You’d think that Dennis would have taken to her, after all she did, but for some reason Dennis became my best buddy. Perhaps because it was me who saved him from the dogs? I don’t know. Whatever the reason, Dennis looks forward to my visits each day and loves it when I ask him to go for a walk. Rather than just tell you about it, I thought I’d share a short video I took on one of those walks.
I took this video myself so it’s kind of sloppy, but it will give you an idea of how crazy this boar is. What you can’t see are his silly antics when he comes charging back. He runs around me in a circle and bumps my leg, then takes off again.
Wild boars get a bad name from just about everybody. Destructive, nasty, mean, but there’s another side to a wild boar—if people are willing to open up their eyes and look. Dennis is playful, fun, and loving.
Ciao, and thanks for stopping by,