Well, THIS doesn't happen in the city!

We were in the laundry room, plotting out where to put things to turn it into a bathroom, and I looked up to see a pig out the window.

Yup.

We went outside to take a closer look, and it was indeed still a pig. It wasn't large, about the size of a pitbull, with black and white markings and a very waggy tail. It was rooting up the neighbour's lawn, munching things, kicking up its heels, rolling in the grass like a happy puppy. We waved a neighbour over to ask if they knew whose pig it was. There isn't a complete fence around the yard, and I was concerned it -- he -- would wander onto the road. 

The neighbour waved over a few more neighbours, and we tried to corral the pig into a fenced area with a gate, but he wasn't interested. Then we bribed and enticed him with vegetables (he liked peas and cucumber but not carrot), but he was wise to what we were trying to do and wouldn't go near the gate, turning and running every time we got him close.

Brio thought it all very exciting and touched noses with the pig through the chain link fence. The pig was very friendly and followed people cheerfully and companionably until the gate became the obvious target, and then he'd be off again, kicking up his heels.

Finally the owner came home and tossed bagel slices like frisbees in a line in front of the pig, drawing him back to his pen. The pig (his name is Blackie) good-naturedly followed the trail of bagels into his enclosure. Ta da! Adventure over. The owner was apologetic, but we all assured him it had been the highlight of the week.

And now, of course, I want a pig...