My little miss piggy, my sass-a-frass, my bebe piglet
She is growing up so fast. She’s packing on the pounds and couldn’t be a happier or healthier baby pig.
After having her for a few months now, I still can not understand why people I do not even converse with have the idea that I need to hear their opinion of her.
“Miniature” pigs are so popular right now, probably because of how incredibly cute they are when they are young and the intrigue of having an exotic pet. This is all true in my case, I wouldn’t have considered a pig without it being “oh so cute” and incredibly fascinating.
With that said, people still assume I probably thought of getting a pig on a whim. As if I just woke up one day and bought her, brought her back home with me, all in one day. I’m sorry to disappoint but this is absurd and completely wrong.
I began researching (notice my verbiage here), mini pigs quite literally a year ago. I thought they were “so cute, and oh they’re smart? And they can stay in your house? They’re kind of like dogs?” Then, I ran into all the bad cases of them. The pigs who were inbred, or grew to be a million pounds, pigs whose parents were bred before maturity and mistreated. Because of this, I decided that my dream of having a pet pig would be only that, a dream.
(Completely unrelated but I became severely depressed the summer of 2014 and was diagnosed with clinical depression in September. I was losing myself faster than I had even realized).
Late September came around and for whatever reason I had serious pig brain – like baby brain but all I could of were snouts and big warm pig bellies. I started to dream again. I found this breeder in Michigan, who I was referred to by this woman who has a page on Facebook, “Four Plus an Angel”, whose family adopted a pig from said breeder. Unfortunately, their pig had died from being attacked by wild dogs.
The litter Olive came from was a micro-mini and Juliana, and the mom was one of the mommy piggies I had remembered seeing several months before when I was first starting out. I asked a million questions and finally decided to put down a deposit for my future pig. At this point I didn’t think I had much to lose.
I began doing more and more research. And I also chose to find real people, like on Facebook group pages, through social media, etc., with pet pigs. I also decided that I wouldn’t pay attention to the negative discussions because I’m the person who is extremely sensitive and I take everything to heart. I didn’t want to taint my pig and the environment I created around her.
During this time, I was in deep with depression and chose for my own good to move back home with my parents and siblings. I had told my mom a couple weeks before that I was going to be getting a pig and she was incredibly nonchalant, “Oh, okay.” And that was that. So when I moved back in and told her I would nix the idea of getting a pet pig. She said no. And I’m not sure if she said no because she didn’t really care or if she said no because she thought I was seriously mentally ill and needed all the help I could get. No matter, she said no and even added, “It’s been my dream to have a pet pig ever since I was little and had pigs of our own.” So, again, to all the people who assume that I got my pig on a whim and have no education on the breed; my mother in fact was raised on a farm and raised her own pigs that she would walk around the neighborhood and “we put mineral oil on our pigs, to make them white.” Well, I don’t do that with Olive but if I wanted to, I have the perfect person to show me how.
So now, piglet is 4 months and she’s so cute and perfect and talks (snorts) all day long. She does this thing, where she barks like a dog when she’s excited. Yes, she barks. She is so smart which makes me worry less about her being inbred. She is healthy and chunky, and that’s okay. I will never starve her to keep her small like some people do. She has not been easy, in any form of the word. Olive is so smart that she knows how to manipulate the hell out of you. Still, when she gets frustrated or wants to be noticed she flips the water bowl.
I would not recommend a pig for everyone. Honestly, if you’re family isn’t a little country like mine, and if you don’t have a flexible schedule, or a patient personality I would suggest you get a cat because they don’t really need you anyway. Although Olive is the most high maintenance thing in my world, she was also the greatest therapy I didn’t even know I needed. Now, if everyone could keep their pig advice to themselves, seeing how you don’t own a pet pig, and know absolutely nothing about them, you really have no legitimacy to tell me anything about the pig that sleeps in my bed every night, I think I am more than capable of doing this by myself.