On beginning a journey...

I will admit that my early days were a bit of a blur. It should be noted that any animal, pig or otherwise, should be lauded for making the transition from the relative safety of the womb into and through the first few weeks of life without any remnants of a cracked psyche. I mean really, the acclimations that are expected of a young pig in the early days and weeks of life border just short of permanently damaging. The entire process is quite barbaric, really. I believe that this protective 'blur' that I experienced in my early days is the only thing that stands between me and a lifelong Wednesday afternoon appointment on the shrinks couch.

I'd like to begin the tale of how I came to be in my ivory tower (that's what I call the place where I live, it is after all, upstairs and isolated away from the other animals, within the private suite of the man and the lady... But more on that and them later...) and what circumstances I endured prior to coming here. The tale is quite tragic at points, but I envision that it will be a bit cathartic to share it with you.
For today though, I feel as if I am spent and must rest and gather my thoughts on this story. I'll leave you with a portrait of myself, on my first night in the ivory tower. It was some point shortly after this that I realized I was destined to live a life much greater than what my upbringing suggested.
Until next time,
Porter C. Pig