It's summer in Ramsay and I'm on the front porch reading when a
little girl and her dad walk by. They get a few steps past the house when I
hear “A pig lives in that house”. “Is that right?” her sceptical dad responds.
That is right. A pig does live in this house. My house. Like a dog? Yes, sort of like a dog but different. Why did you get one?
I wish I could answer that. It might be because I saw one on a
leash as kid, or because I love their cute little faces, or maybe just because
I wanted to be different.
It all started at the wise old age of 24 when I googled "How to keep a pot-bellied pig as a pet". The articles were very helpful, and painted an easy life with a smart, obedient and charming pet. Filled with confidence in my pet-parent ability, I did what anyone would do; I drove to an exotic animal auction in Olds, Alberta with Georgia and bid on a baby pig while my boyfriend waited in the car. The baby pot-bellied pigs were grunting, groaning, and screaming. I …
Canmore, Calgary, High River and everywhere in between was flooded out on June 20-21st by
the Elbow and Bow rivers. Thursday 9:00 AM – The city goes to work, happy
it’s almost the weekend. It’s raining. Thursday 11:00 AM – The rain is heavy and
the city declares a state of emergency. Thursday 11:30AM – Calgarians are skeptical. Thursday 3:00PM –The neighbourhood of
Deer Run is being told to evacuate. How strange. Thursday 5:00PM – We all go home and turn on
the news and realize just how much the rivers may flood from the rain. Many
more neighbourhoods are being told to evacuate. Evacuate to where? Offers on facebook begin, and it sounds like
a good time.
Thursday 7:00PM – “Maybe we won’t have to go
to work tomorrow.” The selfish hope of
many who don’t realize the extent of the situation (including me).
Thursday 9:00PM - Will we have to evacuate? What about Mickey? I guess all we can do is go
to bed, wait and see. If we get woken up by a policeman at our door, then we'll
have to go. Bet…
2005 Ryan Fox and I lived happily in Bridgeland, next to a nice Italian family.
One day, out of the blue, our landlords informed us that our beautiful green
bungalow was being torn down to make way for two large grey houses. Our house
was almost 100 years old and had a laundry chute from the bedroom closet to the
top of the washing machine, so, pretty handy. *(I made a short film in that house, that turned into a shorter film, and then not really a film at all. You can watch it here if you wish: Super 8 Film.) In any case, it was a travesty for us,
but an opportunity for them. Rental houses can be difficult to find in Calgary
and moving in the winter sucks, so we were a little worried.
A few weeks later I came across a nice top floor in Ramsay for rent.
"Where's Ramsay?" I asked Ryan. “Ooh, let’s move there, I love
Ramsay!” That weekend we set out on a big old walk across the river to take a
Across the Langevin bridge, through East Village, and past Fort Calgary w…