The boar was loose.

Not just from his pen, but from the grip of reason.

He charged through the neighborhood like a storm with tusks,

snorting defiance at fences, dogs, and decency.

My stepdad handed me the task:

“Take the dogs. See what you can do.”

So I did.

And the dogs did.

And Mister Pig did what male ego does best—

he refused.

Meditation

The fight was real.

Two dogs against one boar,

and me, standing witness to the rawness of instinct.

I saw the struggle not just of flesh,

but of pride, resistance, and the slow dawning of wisdom.

When I lifted the wire mesh and offered Mister Pig a way back,

he paused.

Not because he was beaten,

but because even the stubborn recognize sanctuary

when it’s offered with clarity

Benediction

Mister Pig crawled back under the fence.

The dogs stood down.

And I stood still,

watching the fog lift from the field of my own understanding.

Even the cantankerous, the ornery, the ego-bound—

they know a good idea when they see it.

And we all lived,

if not happily ever after,

then at least with a little more grace.