I know: mean, mean, mean, mean, mean. “Bad Lenny, bad!”
But you gotta admit you smiled, didn’t you? Even if you don’t eat pork, you copped a grin, right? Hehehe!
Porky here was just the sweetest thing you ever reached over a fence and pet. :-) That stuff growing off his face couldn’t pass as hair in your wildest dreams. It was a course as straw broom. It also seemed to be thinning out like a 50-year old human male’s pate. I doubt anyone would leave a mangy porcine out for people to pet but who knows? It might have been the only pig to come up to strangers and offer its head. And ya know what? This is the latest animal I’d found that loves someone scratching behind the ears. LOL! Can you say, “eargasm”? It stood there and all but went weak-in-the-knees (if pigs have knees. I didn’t look which is why I can’t tell you if Porky was a Porkette or a Porkino). I’m pretty sure it would be standing there still if my hand was rubbing his ‘ear hollow’.
I can now see why some people have pet pigs. Sorta like having a dog with a “bad hair day”.