Loosey* was a pig of inimitable charm. She was purposefulness, perserverance and pluck pigified. Her residence was a pen that was actually built for two, which turned out to be fortuitous. She lived high off the hog dining out on garden leftovers, (sans zucchini) which was washed down with fresh milk (the source of which I will not speak). During the winter, hay was piled in her pen to keep her warm. She would totally burrow under the hay. When we’d pass by her pen, all that could be seen was a huge mound of hay rhythmically moving up and down eliciting grunting sounds. Loosey eventually tipped the scales at about 350 pounds. She pretty much had her way. It shows a serious lack of good judgment to contradict anything weighing in at 350 pounds.
In the warmer weather the back door behind her pen was opened so Loosey could go out. There was an enclosed area in which she could roam. She didn’t do much roaming unless she got loose. Loosey did get loose! Believe me, there is nothing quite like trying to capture a pig on the lam. The first thing that happens when a pig gets loose is that its IQ goes up 150 points. Loosey exhibited great cunning and guile. She teased and taunted as she ran helter skelter all over the land. While Loosey was on a flight of fancy, she’d look around to see if anyone was after her. She stood still until someone got close enough for the grab. At the moment of contact she would bolt, leaving the person to fall flat on his face. Of course, trying to catch a pig in this manner is foolish, since a pig has nothing one can grab onto. It always came down to a couple of men with ropes trying to lasso this porcine runaway. The great disadvantage was that the men were on foot and not on horseback, like in the rodeo. Loosey was extremely quick and slick with her moves. These hapless humans had to find a way to out-smart this pig with a genius IQ. They decided their only hope was an ambush. They positioned themselves on either side of a path Loosey was taking. As she passed them, they simultaneously lassoed her and led her back to her pen. Once back in her pen,if you looked closely, you could detect a sly little smirk on her face. Loosey obviously found the escape ritual extremely entertaining; thus, making sure it became a regular event. Which it did.
*Due to the pig’s escapability, my 10 yr old granddaughter thought Lucy should be spelled Loosey.