At Least He Doesn’t Also Raise Cows
My uncle named one of his first sows (bought after his first marriage ended) after his ex-wife.
A bunch of mutual “friends” went to tell her and got her worked up that he was insulting her to people. She called him in tears because their divorce truly was very friendly; they just married much too young and grew apart. (He was even a groomsman at her second marriage, and she was his second and so far only other wife’s matron of honor because she introduced them, although the introduction happened years after the sow incident.)
Uncle: “I didn’t mean it as an insult! I named the other two sows [His Mother] and [His Stepmother]. All three of you are fierce and amazing moms, and I wanted to give my cute little sow piglets someone to live up to.”
Apparently, when [Ex-Wife] met her namesake, she was so charmed (and the sow named after her was a darling) that she forgave him immediately for naming a pig after her.
Oh, and his current wife also has a piggy namesake, chosen for being a golden pig and my auntie being a natural blonde. (She is also a fierce mama in her own right; she once reduced some busybody to tears when they implied to her youngest stepson that she wouldn’t love him once she had “her own” child. She did it without raising her voice, but the TONE was pretty scathing, I’m told.)