As I made my way out the door this morning carrying two buckets of grain for the horses, I noticed something a little odd....Twiggs came running first, down the hill through the gate and slid to a stop in the mud at her bucket. Next came Ronan, trotting down the hill, through the gate, tossing his head in his attempt to look like a stud muffin. He, too, slid to a stop at his bucket.
And wait, something else is running down the hill....it's the pig!
She just stood there looking at me like, ok, my turn! Once the Dachshunds started barking at her, she turned and trotted out of the pasture and down the road....haha....I have no idea where she lives or even if she has a home. But she does look fat and healthy.
These pictures were taken from a different time the pig did the same thing.