I am not a fan of the pig nor the pig collectible,but the picture was just so darn cute.I had no idea when they said ‘house full’ what it was full of.

So I hit The Pig House at 10 am this morning. It was not a quaint nor a charming experience.It was frankly pig hell.The house was barely 1000 square feet if that and everywhere unlike the strategically placed pigs in the pictures were thousands and thousands of pigs.China pigs, fabric pigs,pigs that oinked,wall pigs,basically a pig for every occasion and then some.In this house there were over 9000 pigs,I kid you not,the lady in charge told me so. There was no room to walk and people reaching for things were basically falling all over each other.I was kind of glad I had not been there yesterday with all the aggrivating dealers.There was not one inch of floor wall or counter space that did not hold an oinker.Seeing the poor woman was in a wheel chair and aisle span was about a foot and a half I have no idea how she did not break any.

Looking at the pink walls and the pigs coming out of the rafters I thought if I had money I might keep this as a tourist attraction and play Green Acres on the television and bake take home treats from the BABE COOKBOOK sitting on top of the stove.A pig tearoom!! Sounded pigalicious to me.Anyone that devoted that much effort to something like she did needed to be immortalized.Heck,The National Enquirer would be on it in a second.

So I purchased a few things and no I did not get a pig. But the man following me out did.He bought a huge bronze baying pig.He actually paid 20 dollars for it. He carried it out on one hand like a waiters tray and joking asked us if we knew where we could find some pig stuff.Across the street more people went in and I could hear the exclamations of surprise as they walked in.

So off to the other estate sale I missed that apparently thieves had made off with a lot of the cookbooks the night before the sale. In a zillion dollar home in the Berkeley Hills,it belonged to a former UC professor that loved to read and cook.I felt terrible that some one had broken in and was sure they would turn up at the flea market.Well the joke was on those crooks big time.I was going to buy some and most of the pages in the books were underlined and words were circled much like a teacher corrects a thesis.I thought it was random but out of the 12 cookbooks and 7 books I picked up they were all ‘corrected’ by the professor.So I couldnt sell them like that,plus my hands were starting to smell and were almost greasy like.

I recognized it right away. Cat urine big time on everything. So even though I couldnt buy any I was happy that the thieves got theirs.Good Luck trying to sell those books now.I could spot them now as soon as I saw them.And boy I would beware of those books.Smell and all.

So the day is over and I ask myself.Where are they going to unload all those pigs that didnt sell ? Are we going to see mountains of pigs at the flea market every week until they get fed up with them or go to some pig landfill site?

Surely they should have alerted the Happy Pig Collectors Club. I am sure they would have emptied that place. They are are a serious lot,they even have a pig motto.

Happy Pig Club Motto: This is a club dedicated to people who collect pigs, so that they may gain more enjoyment from their hobby and to meet and mingle with others cursed with the same strange affliction. Just for the nonsense of it all and to give respect to “When I see a pig I think of you”.

Okay girls…:) her is the link… Happy Hog heaven to you..:)

http://sfbay.craigslist.org/eby/gms/1158928815.html

Linda Seccaspina
Savannah Devilles