We suppose Dave-Bob just forgot to include his little friend in the name of the business. They're obviously bosom buddies. They're so at-ease.
That's no random pig, corralled for a photo-op. These two obviously go way back. You can practically feel the warmth between them. We would have expected the establishment to be called Dave-Bob 'n' Waylon (or whoever).
It's a puzzle how his pal slipped his mind. It's almost as though—stick with us here—it's almost as though Dave-Bob doesn't see the pig as a peer. In spite of the arm slung around the pig's shoulder, could it be that Dave-Bob thinks of his friend as, well… As more of a commodity than a companion? We know, we know. It's tough to believe.
And could it be that the pig is satisfied with the arrangement? Naturally! He's filling the crucial role of "American Grassroots Food," after all! Heady stuff for a simple country pig!