What happens when you crave pork chops, but the pork chops won’t cooperate.
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It’s funny how the bear jumps back out and then just stands there looking at the pigs – so longing for a pork chop!
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I noticed that too!
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Imagine coming outside and seeing your piggies all scratched up and being like: “what the heck..”
Then looking at the footage😂
I’ve read tales of those sows and you don’t want to mess with them. And the boar might have been smaller than his “wife” but I bet his tusks were sharp. The bear would be better off visiting the butcher case… 🤣
Next time he’ll probably call Door Dash.
You certainly don’t trifle with large sows and boars, they will hurt you and you are tasty with ketchup…
I’ve come across a couple of bears during my outdoor walks. In both instances, the bear ran away. They know not to mess with Lady Quixote! 😀
Your reputation precedes you. 🙂
Well, pigs can be stroppy, and a stroppy pig is not nice to be near.
Definitely not an animal to be trifled with.
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