My awareness of eating animals started back in high school but probably not the way one might imagine. Every day in history class this cute boy and his friend would try to talk to me. One week when we had a test coming up they asked me if I wanted to form a “study group” with them and of course I did! The cute one was a cowboy of sorts and eventually I started dating him and learned about his 4-H involvement which included training guide dogs and raising pigs.
My cowboy had befriended a man that owned a large ranch about 25 minutes northeast of where we lived; the city we lived in bordered a lot of farm and vacant land. This rancher used to have dairy cows and horses but had since retired. A few people paid him money to board their horses there but it was mostly empty. Since he was raising the pigs for 4H (essentially a good cause) the man let him use the space he needed for free. That spring and summer I would go help him feed the pigs and create mud pits for them to cool off in. The County Fair is the culminating event; he would bring the pigs there to be on display for a few days and show them. There are awards for showmanship (how well the person does handling the animal) and awards for the animal (body composition). The better your animal does the more money you will make per pound for the animal at auction. That’s the hard part; you have to auction off your animal. That year I didn’t really think about what was happening, especially when he got a $600+ check! That’s a lot of money for a 17 year old!
By the time the next year rolled around we were still dating when it came time to enroll for the 4H swine program and naturally I signed up because I loved hanging out at the ranch. We went to an auction and picked out the piglets we wanted. I picked the one I thought was the cutest without any regard for any of the other qualities I was supposed to consider. As soon as we got our pigs back to the ranch I named my pig Daisy. I had an immediate connection with Daisy and naming her probably only solidified that bond. Most of the time Daisy was more like a dog than a pig. Sure she liked to roll around in the mud and make funny noises but she liked to be scratched and even play fetch! I played with Daisy every single day for the four months that I raised her. When the time came to show her I realized I hadn’t taught her how to walk with me in accordance with the criteria we would be judged on. I didn’t do well showing her but she looked great and took 2nd place for her part of the competition. I was going through the motions and not thinking about the big picture or what was actually going to happen to my little Daisy. We went to auction and I was excited to hear I would receive $475 ($226 net) for Miss Daisy. As we walked out of the auction ring I was directed to a ramp that led into a semi-truck…that’s when it all hit me. She was literally walking straight to her death. I cried, I looked like the biggest baby and everyone thought I was crazy. This is why we raise them, they said, to make money and feed people. Ohhhh no no no, not Daisy I thought. But what would I have done with her? Keep her and let her continue to grow to 5-600+ pounds? I knew there was no alternative; there was nothing I could do to change her fate at that point. I decided then and there that I was not going to eat pork for a very, very long time. I needed to know that there was NO possible way I was eating my beautiful Daisy.
Prior to this horrible experience I didn’t have a big desire for pork; I never really liked it that much. After selling Daisy I didn’t eat any pork at all for about 6 or 7 years. In the time since then I’ve only eaten bacon and not very often. I have a hard time not thinking about the dog like behaviors Daisy displayed when I do eat pork, it’s really not dissimilar to eating a dog in my mind, which I would never ever do, not even if you paid me a million dollars! When I watch movies about factory farms and animal abuse I am a hundred times more affected watching the pigs and cows than I am watching the turkeys and chickens. However, the older I get and as my awareness increases I find myself becoming more sensitive to the birds.
After watching Food, Inc, King Corn and reading several of Michael Pollan’s books along with watching a film by Dr. Weil about eating well I am starting to see the benefits of excluding meat from my diet far outweigh the enjoyment of eating it. Notice I didn’t say the benefits of actually eating meat; that’s because I don’t believe there are any. I suppose one could argue that the protein, iron or maybe certain other nutrients are good for us but overall I think the bad stuff in meat cancels out anything good. Once again, I’ll keep it real and say it the way I think it is; I believe people eat meat and don’t want to give it up simply because they like it. The way it tastes in different dishes and all of the ways one can get creative cooking it. I understand that but I am going to find out if I can get the same enjoyment from cooking only fruits, veggies, grains, nuts and other earth and body friendly foods. I’m not here to preach or tell you that you should give up meat, although I do think everyone could benefit from eating less of it and I will promote that. My purpose here is to take in information from different sources and put it to use in my life. I’ve encountered a few vegetarians that seem to have a chip on their shoulder and they act like they know it all and they are better than their carnivore friends. I sincerely hope that I never act like that, I only want to share the knowledge I am taking in.
In case you are wondering, the cowboy turned out to be a real jerk. The only thing I can thank him for is making me aware of eating animals.

Playing with Daisy on the ranch

Daisy and I at the County Fair