One of my neighbors hasa little pet pig. They let it run around outside and their kids play with it. It really bothers me for some reason. The first time I saw it I though it was a small dog and went to pet it but then realized it was actually a pig. It felt coarse, it was in no way cuddly or cute and it really bothered me. Now if I walk by these people and their pig, I just give them the “oh how cute and quirky” fake smile while hoping it doesn’t come near me.

It’s just strange. But then again, I had a pet rabbit for a short period of time and many friends, acquaintances and complete strangers weren’t keen on the idea.

I was thinking today that it’s too bad I didn’t keep that bunny so I would be able to take it outside and start a petting zoo. Just to create yet another scene amongst the antics that take place on this street. Although a pig and a rabbit may may not be as enthralling as my young, loud, scantily clad neighbor across the street fighting with her drug dealer boyfriend in the middle of the street until the cops come. Or the neighbors next door to them who found a grenade in their house which created quite the traffic jam thanks to the five cop cars crammed into the street. Or the neighbors with the loud, drunk fighting outside which ended with more cops and cars being towed away. 

Ah I love my not so quiet street, even the pig.