Boot to the pig

I booted Thad. He's been novel to watch but he hasn't been been more approachable and began to dig, poop, and stink. His backyard lease had expired. I had to forcibly evict him as he wouldn't leave even when I chased him to the hole in the fence. Rake, board, hose...he held his ground. Then it was dodgeball time. After an hour of following him around pinging his thick hide with the kids' soccer ball he left thru the the hole I had made for him. He wandered thru the field and disappeared but the next morning he was back in ourbackyard asleep in the brush by Skip.

The following day he left after only getting "ping'd" two times. I boarded up the hole. He's now staying somewhere in the spare lot behind the house, presumedly behind the target hay bales and comes for the food I throw over the fence. I feel bad because he wants back in the backyard but it isn't his...it's ours.