I love where I live. I was sitting at my computer, working on a book when I saw three huge pigs scampering across the lawn. I though I was hallucinating, the antibiotics maybe. A neighbor pulled over in her truck and tried to keep the pigs off of the road and I came running out with Red. Traffic was backing up on the highway, we called the police. Red is some dog, he went right into his herding moves, pushing the pigs back up to the farm up the road where we thought they must have come from. The pigs didn’t really wish to be herded, they went nose to nose with Red but then started moving and we crossed the road. Maria came out and the farmer came running down the road with a slop bucket.

The pigs were huge and moved slowly, eating grass, garbage. I was worried they might come after Red – pigs can be tough and get crazy – but he handled them perfectly, staying back but pressuring them. He is an amazing animal.

It took about a half an hour, but we got them back into their pen, one by one. Can’t really say enough about Red he went right to work, didn’t even pause, and everything ended happily. This doesn’t happen in the other places I have lived. I told my neighbor I was just trying out my new lens — my prayers were answered. I have lots of other photos, I’ll put more up and later, an album on Facebook.