Bacon

I grew up in the country. I lived across from a cotton field. It was a 15-minute drive into town.

However. I was not raised in a barn.

Unlike these unwanted visitors who showed up at my parents' doorstep Saturday morning.

Four large pigs have been rooting in my dad's yard. My parents suspected an armadillo, which is why that metal live trap is by the pigs. As you can see...that cage was worthless in this case.

Oh, and apparently they were comfortable enough in my parents' yard that one of them decided to take a nap.

Vicki and Puddin' had a time sniffing the pigs. Vicki is the blur in the next pic. The pigs were friendly (albeit a large nuisance!), but Vicki was a bit apprehensive and very curious about these large creatures.

I woke up about 6:50 a.m. to this craziness, and, when I saw the pigs, I immediately went back into my old bedroom and gave my husband a gentle push. "Hey," I said. "It's before 7 a.m. on a Saturday, but I promise you, if you wake up right now, you'll see something you've never seen in your life."

"Just tell me what it is," he yawned.

"There are four pigs on Mom and Dad's doorstep."

He hurriedly put on his glasses.


My poor dad managed to lead the pigs (with dog food) back to their "home." The owners were not at home, and we're still not sure how they got out. At any rate, they thankfully have not been rooting around in their yard since.

However, what happens to misbehaving pigs?

Just kidding!!!

(Well...sort of. Cause we really did have sausage and bacon for breakfast that morning. Yuuuummmmmyyy.)