I was reminded of that show this morning
when one of the younger pigs escaped into our yard again. This time it was just the spotted one who did
not have his companions with him (I’m guessing he’s a teenager
who doesn’t do well with
restrictions). The pig is not our
responsibility, but at the same time Jenna believes it is her calling to make
certain the pig at least stays in our yard – which he did not today. We called, texted, left messages and Jenna
followed the pig from yard to yard until it decided to turn back and head
toward ours.
Meanwhile the owners got the message
and sent their oldest son into our side of the yard. Poor kid.
He was still in his pajamas.
Jenna took a huge amount of pictures and laughed as she watched the son
chase the pigs and feeling frustration.
Neither Jenna nor Karl were wearing the proper shoes for climbing hills
or pig chasing. Karl’s dad assured
us that the pig would be easy to catch.
I think that is why Jenna was laughing so hard. We don’t know the pig’s name but
have dubbed it Penelope Jr. as it looks much like its mom. (Jenna does know the names of the four adult pigs but none of the three teenagers or the three baby piglets who look like they'd have an easier time escaping)
Crawling through the fence from their yard to ours is evidently not a challenge, but returning is as it is uphill and the bricks are in the way and have not been completely knocked out but could be soon. Jenna took a picture of the pig finally being caught – scooped up in a net.
Hilarious . . . but not.
