And whenever I see a funny looking animal that’s not one of my bulldogs, well, I think of my bulldogs.
So two weeks ago, when I was in Chile, these two guys just appeared one day at the rustic “lodge” I was staying at.
No pig announcement. No signs mentioning potential pig sightings. They just wandered on to the property one day and then wandered off. That’s kind of the way things go in Chile.
But of course, I was smitten. And convinced these two pigs, with their floppy ears that cover their eyes were the brethren of my two sad, lonely bulldogs at home.
But these two pigs could have cared less about me. There was mud to be snuffled. And that’s likely what the bulldogs were thinking as well.