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Cristina
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« on: August 28, 2008, 08:02:54 pm » |
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I raised one from when he was about a day or two old. I named him Baby. He thought I was his momma and would only let me carry him. I had him until he was over 2 years old, well over 100 pounds, and came up over my knees. Some people said that he would get aggressive if there was a female in heat but that never happened. Kids would play with him and he would let us sit on him and take him baths, I could stick my hand in his mouth and feed him and he did not bite, he did rip my jeans a lil one time when I was playing with him but that was just play. His favorite food was pineapple chunks. He was really smart, he knew how to unplug the tv and other appliances, he knew that got on our nerves. Unfortunately while I was away my dumb brother castrated him and he got real sick, some of our dogs got in his pen and tore him up so bad my dad had to put him out of his misery. R.I.P. Baby :'( He was like a dog. That was the coolest pet I've ever had. I'll post some pictures up of him.
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