Pig Question

There's not much happening today. In fact, right now it's dark and it's cool and it's raining. Wbich means I should, by all rights, be asleep, cozy, dreaming lovely dreams of living on a Caribbean island, maybe with a cat. Maybe with a cat who thinks she's special. So special that she can jump on my head and ask for breakfast. At 5 a.m. Ok, that's not a dream.

Yesterday on the way to Zoni, we saw this pig. I wasn't fast enough, or it was too fast, to get a head shot.

I'm putting another one here. Take a good look at this pig's backside.

On the way HOME from Zoni, we saw this pig. I was a little luckier, this pig was easier to see.

My friend Francie said it was the same pig. She also said I could get out of the car and get a closer shot. My friends are really great that way. But however great, I didn't think it was the same pig.

I got out of the car. The pig started snorting. I got back in the car.

Francie was sort of snickering. I'm pretty sure it would be called snickering. I told her how I grew up around wild boars, and they scared the crap out of me (rightfully so, of course, if you've ever been chased by a wild boar, you know it is smart to be scared of them - SMART - and yes, Virginia, there are wild boars in coastal Florida. There are wild bores too, but they are everywhere and a completely different discussion). I'm pretty sure she got in another quiet snicker again.

My question is, do you think this pig and that pig are the same pig? I don't. Maybe it rolled in the mud and got bigger. Thankfully, there IS mud around. Opinions please. A lot depends on this. Snickering rights for one thing.

And there's one more thing I want to ask you. Do you think waking up to rain would also make me wake up with this song in my head? Really?

Have a total it up Tuesday! Do something untarnished.