“Since Harley was young, we started taking her places, putting her on a leash, taking her to pet stores —anyplace you could take a dog,” Hainley says. “And she just seemed to have a gift for drawing the people in and being content with it. I knew then that she was going to be something special.”
During those quiet moments, the staff arranges wheelchairs in a circle around Harley’s wagon. One by one, each resident is asked if he or she wants to come close to the pig; most give assent. Each is wheeled up to Harley, who good-naturedly accepts whatever they have to offer — a pat on the head, or just a long look.