Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction, or in other words, you can’t make this shit up.
Today, a pig moved in across the street.
In the RV park.
In an RV.
Now, I haven’t actually seen the pig with my own eyes, but Eagle Eye Dave came back from walking the dogs and casually mentioned: “there’s a pig chained to a picnic table across the street.”
By the time I got out there the pig was gone.
I’m almost sure Fairly Sane Dave wasn’t hallucinating nor has he been drinking.
New people did arrive today and parked across the street. There is a ramp by their RV so that something doesn’t have to go up and down the steps. Pigs have short legs and probably can’t do tall steps so by deductive reasoning, there may be a pig in that RV.
I’m going to try stalking the pig to get a picture and an introduction.
This opens up a whole new category of RV pets for me.