Honestly, what possesses someone to go out and buy a pig? Like a real, certified oink-oink, Charlotte’s Web Wilbur kinda piggie?
Apparently, there’s been an influx of people buying miniature potbellied piggies from wherever cute little potbellied piggies might be sold. People who live in apartments, even! I know. Can you stand it? And by the way, “miniature” is a very loose term. When they reach fightin’ weight, these ‘mini pigs’ can easily weigh over 120 lbs. That’s like 2 Nicole Richies! Once the bonehead who bought it realizes it was a bad idea, these pigs get shuffled off to shelters. And it’s happened more than a few times in Montreal recently!
Pigs are fabulous (no bacon jokes). They are complex, sensitive and intelligent animals that require a knowledgeable owner and a proper environment (which is not beside you on the couch in your 3 1/2 while you play Wii). With improper care, they can become destructive, aggressive and more demanding than a J-Lo concert ryder. They are not for apartment living.
There is a reason why cities have by-laws against owning certain types of animals. Next time you think a farm animal is an appropriate roomate, CHECK THE BY-LAWS. If you’re still really set on a pig, consider the ‘guinea’ variety. (Please note my restraint in avoiding a bad, potential boyfriend joke there).