It was an absolutely beautiful morning in Eureka, MO. It was so LOVELY and peaceful, and I was being so good NOT barking at the two dogs in the next campsite, and Diane and Hugh were sitting drinking coffee with a cool breeze blowing. Then, suddenly . . . listen, I know what company usually means, but . . . these "companies" . . . some of them were not even as big as I am! AND THEN, and you will not believe it, more people arrived, and they brought . . . wait for it . . . a PIG! Yes, a little squealing PIG! Even a deaf dog could hear that squeal! Half the campground came for a visit to see what was going on. Diane acted as though she was thrilled to be the matriarch of all this clan, though, so I decided to just go with the flow, especially since the flow meant hot dogs and cake pieces falling on the ground. Hugh seemed to love it, since he got to hold a baby most of the afternoon while others were at the pool, or bouncing on the huge pillow. Hugh and I are now recovering with a nap.Whew! What fun this was!