Thread by @pptsapper

Wherever this man is, I hope he's having a Father's Day that involves a newly turned row under a blue sky. I miss him so much.
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I have such a clear memory of this time I was doing my homework and dad came home, and hollered for me to come downstairs. He had a really amused tone in his voice, so I knew I wasn't in trouble. I came down a few stairs and looked over the bannisters. Dad put a box on the floor

Inside was a softly grunting pot-bellied pig. Dad thought it was the funniest thing ever. Mom was at work, and probably wouldn't have found this amusing, which I told him. He said it would be ok. He'd been visiting a friend & they were getting rid of it, so he took it

So, we kept the pig - as an outside pet, was my mom's stipulation. Named him Nugent (James Herriot fans will understand). Nugent was raised with a litter of puppies and so firmly believed that he, too, was a dog. Would pile in at dinnertime like the rest & would come when called

He'd grunt with happiness as he got closer, so if you couldn't see him, you'd just hear this happy snorting getting closer and closer. Then he'd flop down to get his tummy scritched. Dad and Nugent got along famously. Dad got along with pretty much all animals, really