I know it’s bad luck to have a black cat cross your path, but how about a grey pig walking next to you? Any ideas about how random barnyard animals effect one’s luck? I’m used to seeing horse- and donkey-drawn carts here, but today I stopped in my tracks after several double-takes when I realized the grunting sound I heard next to me wasn’t city background noise or a pervert, it was, in fact, a giant pig on a rope. Just walkin’ around, crossing the street to get to the park on the other side. There it sniffed the ground in search of something precious–a piece of food maybe, or a lost contact lens. “I know it’s around here somewhere.” I stood on the sidewalk there and watched this city pig for a minute or two until I had to shrug it off and keep moving. But try as I might, now a half hour later, I can’t get the pig out of my mind. You can’t just shrug off a pig in the city. To top it off, as I watched, I noticed a black dog waiting for the pig in the park across the street. The dog was like, “Dude, come on. Move a little faster, would you? I’ve got a schedule to keep.” I wondered if the pig and the dog were going to fight, but the dog was so normal around the pig that I figured they were friends. Or at least business acquaintances.
Anyhow, that’s how my day started. I’ll let you know how it turns out.