The time has come to train the 4-H pigs to show in the county fair. Caroline takes them out one by one each night and walks them around the barnyard, through the lawn, around the house, and hopefully not through my vegetable garden. This pig is the heaviest muscled of the four, but her least favorite. He does not want to come out of his pen. Once outside he stands around and sniffs at the ground. The other three pigs race from their pen, hit the grass running and squealing, and root tunnels in the dirt faster than you can say, "Stop that, pig!" This is the last year for 4-H in our family, so I'm going to enjoy every pig-chasing moment.