Who doesn't just loooove a good scratch?

Pickles does.   He changes from a rough, gruff, snorting, compact, shoving piece of machinery into a blob of jelly if I reach over the fence with a stick to offer a scratch.   Watch ...

Laying down expectantly

Keeping a beady eye out to make sure I don't move away..

Rolling over to get as close as possible, making sure he's serviced both sides

And finally, when I scratch around the ears and eyes with my fingers, he falls fast asleep!

What a pig's life it is on this farm!