Remembering Arnold
May 7th, 2008, 1:48 pm by Jay AshleyBy Brenda Jones
Does anyone remember the man with the pig? I found out recently that many do.
I went to Food Lion at Cum Park Plaza recently to get groceries. When I got out of my car, I recognized the old beat up orange station wagon, and immediately thought of the pig. I noticed the familiar yellow Labrador sitting in the front seat, but didn’t see the pig. However, I did see an older gentleman walking towards the car, and since I am as Southern as they get, walked right up to say hello.
Turns out I was speaking to William Hodge, who apparently gets a lot of questions about his pets. I was saddened to hear that his pig, Arnold, had passed away on September 12, 2005. I also learned that he had to find homes for all of his pets, except for Rex, the golden Lab. Seems he’d moved into an apartment for easier upkeep and was allowed to keep Rex because he was such a well-mannered dog. He spoke of how much he missed his animal friends and how blessed he was to keep his faithful dog . He’d had him for 12 years, so I was glad too. He mentioned that an article had been done on him and his pig, Arnold, back in 2000. He related how he’d gotten the pig when he was 9 weeks old, and how much he still missed him.
While we were chatting, a lady walked up and inquired about the dog. She wanted to pet him but wanted to make sure he wouldn’t bite. Mr. Hodge told her to go ahead, that he might lick her to death, but would never bite. After that, Rex got many head scratches from both of us. Now the three of us continued to chat, and sure enough, she wanted to know where Arnold was too, and shared her remembrances of seeing him in the back of the station wagon. She also commented how wonderful it was that people who didn’t know each other at all could have such good conversation. With that said, here came a couple out of the store, and immediately called out, “Where’s the pig?” Poor Mr. Hodge had to again tell his sad tale.
This couple had a wonderful story of their own. Seems every time their little toddler girl would see the orange car, she immediately knew it was the “Pig Car”. Also, they related to us how they owned a pot bellied pig, and anytime they were heating up the baby’s bottle in the microwave, the pig would take off for the kitchen when he heard the microwave going beep, beep, beep, with the toddler behind the pig, because anytime they heard the beep, beep, beep, she knew there was a bottle, and the pig just knew someone had food. What a sight that must have been!
Jay Ashley has been posting stories of remembrances of East Burlington, and I thought, while I was exchanging phone numbers with Mr. Hodge, that here is a memory right in front of me…an old orange station wagon, and a gentleman with fond memories of his pig, Arnold.






