Well, it looks like the little piggie went wee, wee, wee all the way home. No, I’m not talking about the Geico commercial, but the little pig that Lexcie and I chased around the neighborhood in the pouring rain last night.

I couldn’t wait to tell my family – most whom live in the Islip area – about the swinescapade. One of the calls was to my cousin Tara, who happens to know the person whose yard the pig ran into last night. Well, I didn’t know that she’s also met this pig – six months ago. She’d been walking down the street when she felt something sniffing at her leg. She looked down, thinking it was a dog, only to see that it was this pig – who was apparently much smaller at the time. She said the pig was acting like a dog, nudging her leg and wanting to be pet. She knocked on the door of the closest house, which happened to be the one next to 7-Eleven. A woman answered the door, and said the pig belonged to her daughter.

Apparently, the pig is an escape artist, and likes to go eat the neighbors’ gardens – so they’re none too pleased with the situation. I’m just surprised that no one at 7-Eleven knew that a pig lives next door.

Well, I’m glad to know where to go when I see that pig again. Guess the cops will have to go back to chasing graffiti artists instead of wayward oinkers now.

Lexcie got stuck in tonight’s LIRR mess (I worked from home today, so missed all of it). Since he was four hours late, we had an overdue dinner at Chili’s. On the way home, I driving across a busy intersection near my house when I saw a flash of an animal run across my neighbors lawn. My first thought was that it might have been my dog Obi, but as we drove closer, we realized it was no canine – it was a pink pig!

Of course, we were a bit shocked – I live in Suburbia USA, not a place where you see many pigs running around. Lexcie got out of the car to see if he could track the pig down, which by this point had crossed the busy intersection twice. I pulled over, put on my hazards, and called 852-COPS, the non-emergency police line. As I told the dispatcher about pig, I heard her try to stifle a laugh. I knew it sounded absurd – I just didn’t want this poor pig to get hit by a car.

I drove a few houses down and parked the car, and ran back down to the intersection to see where Lexcie was. By this point, it was pouring rain. He was across the street, trying to coax the pig into a corner of the 7-Eleven parking lot. He and another man had cornered the pig while I was on the phone with the police, but had no restraining devices and their attempt to put the pig in a grocery delivery tote failed. The other man had left, leaving only Lexcie, me, and the very scared pig. Continue reading →