If someone in East Tennessee is missing their tame pot-bellied pig, I know where you can find her.
The Thanksgiving Ham, er, Pig
While trying to digest a huge Thanksgiving meal and visit with our friends and family at my parents house, I quickly lost patience with one of their dogs who would not stop barking on the front porch. After a few minutes, I finally went over to the window to knock on it each time she let out a yap. After a few raps on the window, something white and PIG-like caught my attention in the dark front yard. At first I thought I was seeing things - and when I announced to the room that there was a PIG in the front yard, everyone (myself included) thought I was crazy. And yet, YES, there WAS a PIG in the front yard, grazing away while the dog barked her head off on the front porch. Let me tell you, there's nothing quite like finding a PIG in the front yard to make Thanksgiving a little more interesting...