Pig Sitting

It's been a flurry of activity here at the Laughing Dog Ranch.
Summer is drawing to a close, back to school is looming, the neverending remodel is finally making some progress.
It's VBS time, too and naturally, I got pressed into service. I've been busy with my job for the week-that of "drama director". Just a fancy term for the poor schlep that's in charge of skits. So I've been working on scripts, modifying costumes, hunting up props...Ah! Acting!
I grumble and complain, but really I do like the gig. It's just a little stressful.
Not the dealing with the all the kids daily-but it's the other adults cause me stress, some are very set in their ways and a loud and enthusiastic being, such as myself kinda blows their mindset.

But tonite is the last day, and just when I thought we all could sleep in for once on Saturday I got an email from my pal Kathy, formerly of Hicks, Hounds & Halachah and fellow Hillbilly Ecosystemite. Actually it was her hubby. They have to take off for a few days and would I mind coming over to the farm and make sure the critters are alright? He's primarily concerned about his pigs. He's got a pair he's raising for the smokehouse.
OK, no problem. I'm just down the road a piece and I'm not too proud to slop hogs...or feed cats and dogs and cows and guinea pigs.

Except he insists I sing to the hogs while I feed. The theory being that he is training them for when he turns them out into the pasture later on this year.This way all he'll have to do is sing out at feeding time and they'll come running. He has even provided me the tune and words I should use.

So whatever happened to just plain "Suuuuuuuu-eeeeey-pigpigpig!"?

Now Kathy's almost better half is a renowned joker. And even though I understand this Palovian type method and I actually have heard of people who do sing to their livestock, I can't help but be a bit skeptical in this case.

I will be sweeping the general hog area for any hidden cameras and/or microphones.