Heeeeeeeeeeey, It's Franklin

3) August 16, 1995 – the day I moved to Oxford. How the fuck I stayed there for over 2 years is a mystery. I lived with Ryan in an apartment on Christman Drive; right next door to us were two typical Ole Miss frat fucks, but one interesting thing about them is that along with their two dogs, they had a pig. And, EXACTLY like that movie, the pig thought he was a dog, that he was “one of the guys.” Whenever I’d drive up the driveway, the 2 dogs would come tearing around the corner furiously to check out the action, and then….about 7 seconds later the pig would come chasing, belly swinging as he’d try to keep up, trying to look as angry as the dogs. “What the fuck’s up, guys!??!” Later in the evening I’d see them out in the yard trying to look like street toughs on a stoop, waiting for cars or people to come by to heckle, and you knew the pig was Horshack to the dogs’ Barbarino and Washington. Awesome. - XMASTIME

I am usually loathe to use the word "cute" because doing so insinuates I'm queer, but if I hafta do so I can think of no greater application than when referencing a pig who hangs out at a hardware store, and doesn't really like pigs:

Franklin, the pig who hangs out at Crest Hardware in Williamsburg. Crest is known for being more than just a place to buy lightbulbs and twine; every summer it runs a local arts show called Crest Fest. But Franklin is a relatively new addition, and people seem to love him. Franklin, who is neutered, has no pig friends (except on Facebook) and prefers the company of dogs that look like him.

Awesome. It's just down the street and I've been there many time, but I've never noticed a pig in clothes chillaxing there.  I think tomorrow I'll come up with an excuse to drop by, n'est-pas?