The following conversation happened whilst walking the dog on a thanksgiving monday afternoon.
OSCAR, the dog, drops his ball and shows no interest in picking it up. ME and T pause.
T: Oscar get your ball.
As ME bends over to pick up the ball.
ME: It looks like there might be a dog over there. He's more interested in that then the ball.
They walk a few paces closer. OSCAR is still focused on the small animal which appears to be short, no more then a foot tall, fuzzy, and is black with a white spot on it's back. It is tethered to the porch of a trailer.
ME: Actually, (she pauses while craning her neck to get a better view over some bushes) it looks more like a pig then a dog...
T: It's not a pig. It's a dog.
After ME stops and stares at the animal for a moment, she turns to T and says,
ME: No, it's definitely a Pig.
A small black and white pot bellied pig wearing a harness and wagging it's cute little curly tail.