My Friend Phil

There was a reason I signed in here. I had something I wanted to say. Unfortunately it has completely escaped me.

I am about to embark on a week with Phil the famous pig of Portland. This pig was kind of the mascot of one of Portland's First Friday Art Walks, which was titled, "Phil, Pig in the City."

I'm looking forward to spending time with Phil, because I want him to be my friend. So far, the two times I've met him, he's been quite hostile and seems to want me OUT of HIS TERRITORY. The first time, he just ran at me and looked mad. Today, our encounter was like something out of a horror movie. He was actually sneaking up behind me and then attacking my leg. It made me laugh. Which only enraged him further.

By this time next week, I hope I am reporting that Phil -- all 80 pounds of him -- is climbing onto my lap to watch NCIS with me. Or better yet, Red Sox games!