In 1989, for my wife’s birthday, I decided to turn into reality a design-sculpture concept I had dancing in my head for a long time. I had called that business concept “Slice of Life”; it consisted in stringing together slices of wood into a shape.
In that particular instance, I had decided to create a pet-pig, that would be named “Pig-Gitou”, which held a special meaning to my wife and I. It’s hard for me to remember if she took delivery of that unique animal on her birthday, but I tend to think that it was presented to her with some delay.At any rate, “Pig-Gitou” has followed us into the four residences that we’ve occupied after it was created. Over 35 years of age, clean, never hungry, smelling good old pine, not requiring vet visits or immunization shots and never uttering a nasty word, it instantly became the ideal pet.
That was until it fell and split into two pieces, breaking Evelyne’s heart in the process. She had to reawaken the animal’s biological father who took it to the operating table and reassembled the two pieces into a stronger pig ready to survive both of us, take on inflation Trump’s second mandate, climate change and a life that I guarantee won’t be boring at all!
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