STORY AND PHOTOS BY PAT ATKINSON
It All Began With Marshall, a 150 pound black potbellied lump of love. Lou Anne Epperley was a 36-year-old successful newspaper reporter in Oklahoma City when she attended an exotic livestock auction at El Reno’s stockyards and locked eyes with a five-week-old potbellied piglet on the block.
She raised her hand, the gavel went down on her $85 bid, and her life journey took a big turn as she drove home with piglet Marshall, who did indeed say, “wee, wee, wee” all the way.
That was 15 years ago. Marshall grew into a portly porcine while Lou Anne attended college science night classes in preparation for applying to Oklahoma State University’s veterinary school. 
“Marshall inspired me to go to veterinary school and I loved it,” she recalls. The 40-yearold journalist left her career and Oklahoma City home and moved with Marshall, her cats and dogs to a mobile home in the country near Stillwater.
With pigs in her heart and for love of Marshall, she dug out as much learning as possible about swine medicine, then took a job for six months at a 2,500 commercial sow farm to gain swine production experience, cleaning up after mother pigs who gave birth, caring for dozens of tiny pink squealing piglets, separating and counting barrows and gilts (male and female pigs) on weaning days.
“Who knew a former sorority girl whose early career included a stint working in the U.S. Senate in Washington, D.C., shopping at Saks and lunching at the Monocle, would be happiest on Green Acres?” she says.
And at the pig farm, she sometimes stood happily in a room filled with sows as far as she could see, singing inspirational songs and giving them pep talks as the Mama pigs quietly settled, listening to her lullabies.
DVM Epperley moved to the Tulsa area working as a small animal practitioner, but pig friend Marshall was aging, his joints becoming increasingly painful. When the best that veterinary medicine could offer no longer helped him, Lou Anne’s heart ached as she rocked her pig, sang his favorite songs, and a trusted colleague helped escort Marshall to the Rainbow Bridge.
That was not the end of her pig love affairs and Marshall’s legacy lives on. Youngster Clyde Barrow came along and other pet pigs in need of homes and veterinary care “just seem to find me,” she says. She continues building a veterinary practice for pigs and works closely with Tracy McDaniel, who owns Hamalot, a Sand Springs pig sanctuary, home to dozens of rescues.
And, as you might imagine, it was a passion for pigs that brought together Steve Epperley and Lou Anne, a first marriage for both, who are pet parents to one cat, six dogs, and six pigs – all rescues and all living in pet pig paradise.
Steve, warehouse manager for about a decade for Southern Agriculture, and Lou Anne, veterinarian at Southern Ag, connected over a shared passion for pigs. (What else?) Steve’s rural childhood included pigs and their fondness for pigs sparked the relationship.
Their pig family at their acreage south of Bixby includes Clyde Barrow, who at 10 weeks old came from a potbellied pig expert friend and mentor in Missouri at Pig O’ My Heart Potbellies; Meegan, a retired Momma sow; Gladys, an adopted orphan; Truman and Pearl, who came together from a client no longer able to care for them, and Elmer Pudge, a three-legged pig whose badly injured leg was amputated due to an attack by a dog.
Pigs are good pet pals, but Epperley encourages all potential pig parents to do lots of homework before falling for the idea of a pig in the house. She advises becoming familiar with their special needs and first checking zoning laws.
Be aware that pigs should be spayed or neutered, have their hooves and tusks trimmed regularly which often requires anesthetic, be fed mini-pig rations not other pet food, provided plenty of bedding and barn warmth in winter and, because they do not sweat, they need a wading pool, mud wallow and shade in summer. They like being with other pig friends, are OK living with cats, but commonly injured by dogs.
“Pigs are smart, clean, not noisy, can learn tricks like sitting up, love for their tummies to be rubbed, but are not lovey-dovey like dogs,” she says. And, those cute little pink potbellied piglets grow up to about 150 pounds, bigger than most big dogs.
So, move over Mastiffs. Make room at the hearth for the pigs



Christy has been in and out of jail five times, mostly in California, doing time for drug charges including drug possession, selling, and possessing drug paraphernalia. Adrieanna’s three times in Oklahoma’s corrections system were also drug-related. She finished the last year and a half of her recent four-year sentence at Turley Residential Center in north Tulsa.
Participating inmates, all non-violent offenders, must commit to on-going attendance in a substance abuse recovery 12-step program such as Alcoholics Anonymous, Narcotics Anonymous, or Celebrate Recovery. They are screened for other disqualifying factors such as taking psychiatric medications or former complaints of animal abuse.


“Just seeing the joy on everyone’s faces (canine and human!) is so rewarding,” Elaine says. “The dogs love the one-on-one attention.



And for probably the first time in her young life, she’ll have a chance to share love with a new family after her journey to recovery from months of abuse and neglect. Her health and looks will soon match her sweet and winning personality, a dog who cherishes the kindness of people.
Story and Photos by Pat Atkinson


















