Several days ago I got back from running errands and looked out my front window. There was this animal in my yard. My mind tried to get wrapped around what it was. First I thought it was a cat, but it didn't have enough fur. I thought maybe a mole, but it was too big. Pig. It was a pig.
So I watched it for a few minutes, as it rooted around my lawn, then headed north. I was a little worried the girls would see it and cause quite a ruckus.
I then took the girls out back, we played with a ball, all the while I was looking out the front to see if the pig came back. A man peered into the backyard: Have you seen my pig? Not exactly the question you expect in a city neighborhood.
Yep, it headed north.
Eventually I heard the guy walking down my alley, saying bad pig, bad pig.
Life can be interesting sometimes.
Murphy's day.
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