A traveling salesman stays overnight with a farm family. When the family gathers to eat there’s a pig seated at the table. And the pig has three medals hanging around his neck and a peg leg. The salesman says, “Um, I see you have a pig having dinner with you.”

“Yes,” says the farmer. “That’s because he’s a very special pig. You see those medals around his neck? Well, the first medal is from when our youngest son fell in the pond, and he was drowning, and that pig swam out and saved his life. The second medal, that’s from when the barn caught fire and our little daughter was trapped in there and the pig ran inside, carried her out and saved her life. And the third medal, that’s from when our oldest boy was cornered in the stock yard by a mean bull, and that pig ran under the fence and bit the bull on the tail and saved the boy’s life.”

“Yes,” says the salesman, “I can see why you let that pig sit right at the table and have dinner with you. And I can see why you awarded him the medals. But how did he get the peg leg?”

“Well,” says, the farmer, “a pig like that–you don’t eat him all at once.”

Ahem. I told an abbreviated version of that joke when I was in Oklahoma a couple of weeks ago. It was at the end of the day and we were being silly. Keri decided it would be a good idea to cast on for a three-legged pig (using as a base the nose-up catnip mouse pattern I provided in the handouts for my Leftovers class).

Okay, maybe you had to have been there.

Anyway, here is that pig. Keri sent it to me and I got it yesterday.

I love its three little legs.

And curly tail.

Keri included in the package some treats for Lucy from her kitty, Slick, and this:

A limited edition Petite KIP Bag in my favorite Dala Horse fabric.

And check out the handle!

Thanks, Keri!

(Psst! As I write this, there are a couple of Dala Horse Petite KIP Bags in Keri’s etsy shop.)

Tomorrow I’m off for a fun weekend in the mountains with friends. I’ll return home Sunday, but it’ll be late enough so that I’ll not feel like blogging, so I’ll talk to y’all Monday.

Meanwhile, Lucy is in a post-treat state of bliss.