LOOKING BACK: DID YOU HEAR THAT?….06/09/15

--Over the years I’ve come to the conclusion that things like to go bump in the night for a reason. They seem to enjoy watching  you stumbling around trying to find the source of the noise. At least that’s the way it seems in our house. But maybe it's just me and my jaded sense of reality.
--Of course it could have a little something to do with all the misadventures I have had trying to find the little bumping bug- a- boos late at night. And there have of course been plenty over the years. Thankfully things have calmed down a bit. It’s amazing how old age will cut out your need to know just what in Sam hill made what noise during the night.
--My favorite memories always revolved around a certain dang fool pig of ours. One such adventure was a strange knocking on the front door. When I turned the porch light on I found dear old Wilber standing there leaning on the front door. Let me tell you finding out just how strong your front door is not the best thing to do late at night. Especially when there’s a 400lb. pig trying to open it. One thing I will say about Wilber she had a limited attention span unless is was something involving food or finding new ways to torment me. Then of course she had the devotion of a Tibetan Monk.
--After about a half hour of me yelling at her and trying to keep the dang fool door on the hinges. She left! I knew I had to find a flashlight and go find the dang fool and put her back in her pen. But the whole prospect was not very encouraging. I was still recovering from my last playtime with the dang fool.
--But like the loyal caretaker of whack a doodle acre. That’s about what I did.
--And of course Wilber was waiting for me when I stepped outside. Being the fool she was she couldn't contain her excitement and sort of forewarned me before she stepped from the shadows to plow me over by snorting with delight.
--Reminding a pig of how much you like bacon and pork chops while playing hide and go seek late at night is not the best of ideas. Especially one who has a fondness for finding new ways of putting you in your place. But what can I say I was young and quite stupid when it came to dealing with our pet pig.
--It took awhile but finally with the help of an apple Wilber got bored and went back in her pen. I of course  was covered with mud but hey at least we got our exercise.
--Of course convincing the children I wasn't a monster come to eat their brains took a tad longer. And they did finally relent and unlocked the front door so I could come in. Bless their little hearts......