Introducing— “The Pig”!
Years ago my family went to Home Depot and my mom let my sister and I pick out statues for the house. My sister picked out a rabbit, and I picked out this pig
I can’t remember where we put the rabbit, but we put the pig in the front yard, right by the driveway and in front of our foremost tree. For years and years our house informally became “the house with the pig.” We would literally add “It’s the house with the pig” to any driving instructions given to friends and company.
But a few years ago some assholes went around stealing lawn statues from people. Our yard was one of the ones hit and Pig was stolen. We were pretty sure we’d never see him again at that point
Not long after, though, someone found out who had stolen all of the statues, hiding them in their garage. Either they forced the person to give them back or the person did so willingly, I’m not sure, but someone recognized our pig in the garage and contacted us to come get the pig
Unfortunately, however, Pig was injured when the boys stole him. They’d dropped him on his back, and he had deep holes and one of his ears was nearly falling off. He was also weatherworn from age at this point and did not have much paint left on him. So instead of getting his proper place in front of the tree back, he was placed in the carport so we could maybe repair him one day
Recently I got some air-dry clay and decided to try and fix him up. I didn’t bother with his broken base since it isn’t visible from where we place him, but I patched up all of the holes in his back, his ear, and one on his chest. The patch jobs are a bit lumpy, but better than gaping holes, I suppose
And today I finally finished repairing Pig! I painted him with some acrylic paint, put some mod podge on him, and then sprayed some clear outdor sealant on. Now Pig just has to dry and he’s ready to go out in front of his tree ; u ;