CAMP SKIPPING PIG  SANCTUARY

Camp Skipping Pig is a privately run sanctuary located in beautiful Western New York. It is so named because of sNygyl, who came as a rescue via a livestock auction. He arrived in November of 1998 as pig number seven, rescue number four. With the onset of our Western New York winter, he spent several months confined to the barn, awaiting a spring day when he could finally stretch his legs outdoors.  And stretch them, he did. For at least 45 minutes, everytime I checked on him he was running off to someplace new, jumping and twisting for the joy of being free. I don't believe he'd ever been outdoors and free in his life. (We guessed his age at about eighteen months.) At the time I told Don, "if a pig could skip, sNygyl is skipping"...and so we became "Camp Skipping Pig", a small haven for unwanted and abused potbellied pigs. Friends' pigs could also come to "camp" while their families vacationed for a week or two. The SPCA and our vet clinic shared my name with those who inquired and over the years I've kept raising my "limit"...from four, to eight, to twelve...to 16. Before long there were 18...then came the first non-rescue in years, Ahurei, the Kunekune I'd been hoping for. Within a few months the two "girls" , Skipping Carlyce and Skipping Truffles, arrived and stole our hearts. From there it's blossomed to over sixty pigs and well over my initial limit of about eight! The gang now includes Red Wattle hogs, American Heritage pigs, and even African wart hogs. I never envisioned this many or the wide variety of breeds coming to live here when tiny Bradford first came home and started it all.

                           

                                       sNygyl of Camp Skipping Pig

Cleo, vacationing at poolside

 "the Bradford House"