There are times in all our lives when we have those naggingdoubts about why we do what we do for a living. For Thomas Hageythat moment arrived several years ago when he was stopped by a policeofficer at 6 a.m. on a dark Canadian country road.
Sitting next to Hagey in the cab of his pickup truck was aperfumed pig, its hooves painted with red nail polish. And thenthere was the bag of lingerie - teddies, lace panties, garter belts.
Sure, it was a tad embarrassing. Still, it was a damnfine-looking pig.
Hagey began to explain he was merely taking the pig to a photosession. Sure, that's what they all say. The cop had had enough.
Not wanting to hear …