A pig named Bubba.
October 26, 2010

Over the weekend, Donald and I walked a route we have walked hundreds of times before, but this time we came across a pig.  A two-hundred pound pig.  On the loose.

The two-hundred pound pig pretty quickly became a neighborhood mystery.  Because, really, what are you supposed to do when you run into someone’s lost pig?  Who do you call?  Where do you even begin looking for owners?  Do pigs have microchips?  Are they supposed to have collars?  And how do they end up in an ordinary suburb?  Do you call animal control?  The local vet?  Do you hunt for the owners?  And where do you put the pig in the meantime?  In your backyard?  How do you get it there?

In the end, we were obviously able to track down the owners.  His name was Bubba.  Which just, I mean, wow, that seems so apt.

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  1. By ...and baby makes five! on October 26, 2010

    LOVE IT!

    What a great story that totally made my day! :)

  2. By on October 26, 2010

    wow!  That is one big pig!  What did Charlotte think of it?

  3. By beyond on October 26, 2010

    wow! i love this pig!

  4. By Sarah Christensen on October 26, 2010

    LOL Kyla, she *LOVED* it.

    Actually what was really odd was that it parked itself underneath an orange tree and started eating the oranges, right?  And it would sniff out an orange, crack it open, then suck out the juice and pulp and leave the peel behind.  I had no idea that pigs were so discerning lol.

  5. By on October 27, 2010

    Around here, we’d back away very slowly and hope it didn’t come after us. There are feral pigs in some parts of the country and as funny as it sounds, they’re quite dangerous.

  6. By on October 27, 2010

    The people down the street from us has a pet pig called Binky. Apparently when it was little it used to looove the pacifiers. It wore a collar and was registered I think as a dog (?!). Thing scared the life out of me the first time it came trotting down the street.

  7. By on October 27, 2010

    I thought pigs ate everything….weird.

  8. By Amber on October 27, 2010


    Awesome, Sarah :D

  9. By on October 27, 2010

    What type of suburb do you live in? My parents live in the suburbs; people have labs-not Alpacas or Pigs. I wish my street was as interesting as yours! All I’ve ever rescued was a cute dog.

  10. By Sarah Christensen on October 27, 2010

    Kim - Ooh, my sister used to live in a place where there were dangerous feral pigs too.  Scary suckers, those!

    Corrine - Honestly, not the sort of suburb where there are pigs!  Usually…

    Our city follows Los Angeles County animal regulations which predominantly limit animal ownership to land available.  Given a little extra room, you’d be surprised what people put in their yards!

  11. By on November 01, 2010

    A cherry orchard owner once told us that he ran pigs through the orchard at the end of the season to eat up the fallen cherries. It was a way to help keep insects and diseases from overwintering. He said that they would eat the cherries and spit out the pits!  “Your” piggy looks like a Vietnamese potbellied pig. I knew someone who had to warn party guests not to put their beers on the ground next to their chairs. Her pig “Yoda” would pick up the long necks and empty them without anyone noticing. She would then go sleep it off in the masterbedroom closet. The snoring was horrific.





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