Postmen expect trouble with dogs along their route. They are also known to accept this — along with aching feet — as their lot in life.
But one postman, Asa Z. Low, who retired on Dec. 30, 1963, is fond of relating a more unique experience. It concerns not a dog but a big, hungry, lawn-loving hog.
On this occasion as Low was making his route, he delivered mail to a house where a huge hog was rooting around, munching flower bulbs and tiny buds in the front yard. The lady of the house was quite naturally upset, but too frightened of the animal to try to pen it up.
