This place is getting nuttier by the hour. I saw that pig again; this time its owner was feeding it....with a baby's bottle and that little grunter was sucking it back as if there were no tomorrow and the owner had a second bottle ready to be drained by the pudgy porcine glutton. Of course, I have heard of pet pigs (remember "Green Acres" and the pig named "Arnold"?), but this place is awash with multi-million dollar condos, yachts as big as ocean liners, ultra expensive hotels and the historic art deco district. No place for a pig, no matter how cute it is. I mean, where does it poop when it is indoors, or even outdoors? A pig's poop is kind of slushy, isn't it? Gross! A pig is a pig. It belongs in a sty, on a farm, faraway and beyond my ken. When I think of a pig, I see it happily rolling in the mud. There is no mud here.
When it comes right down to it, I have to admit though, that pig is kind of cute. An attractive pig! Who knew?
I have told you that this is a dog's town, right? Well today I saw a woman pushing a baby carriage and gently talking to the baby except, it wasn't a baby. It was a dog! An obviously healthy dog. Now I can understand a person getting very close to their dog. I have been there, done that; but, pushing a dog in a baby carriage! Just weird, I think.
Never a dull moment at South Beach.
A pat on my back - I have now done 4 x 3 miles without using my walking poles.
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