When I was young, I had dreams of owning a pig. Pigs were my favorite animal, I collected pig figurines, and each year I'd put a pig on the top of my Christmas list, which of course my parents sensibly ignored.
So then when I was 25 I got myself a fine pug, since there was only one letter difference. And all was well.
And now I have an Olde English Bulldogge and no pug, but I do have a front and back yard. And what better to do with those yards then to fill them up with yard pigs?!
For mother's day this year I procured my first yard pig and he is now sitting happily by our bird bath:
One down, many more to go!