Basically, when Pedro needed to go, he would totter over to the door (sounding like a tiny woman in heels) and let out a wee squeal. Once outside, it only took moments from the time Pedro's feet touched the grass before he was efficiently taking care of business. There was no half-hour of sniffing that my dogs require before finding a tree they deem suitable for watering.
And then there was the snuggling. Pedro was a master snuggler, flopping himself over the shoulder like a baby needing burped. Once comfortable, it seemed to take no time before he was dozing.
We couldn't resist taking Pedro to my parents' house and to visit a few friends, then made a quick stop at Lowe's, where we wrapped the pig in a blanket and carried him like a baby -- a disguise that worked well until he started grunting.
All who saw him fell instantly in love. If we didn't have so many animals already, I'd be piglet shopping myself. Still, from what I've read, there are a large number of disreputable breeders out there who misrepresent ordinary potbellied pigs as being miniature, causing many people to end up with a pet that grows far larger than they can manage.
Also, because pigs can breed before they're finished growing, seeing the pig's parents isn't always an accurate indicator of how large your piglet will eventually become. They generally don't reach their full size until they are 2 to 3 years old.
But Pedro -- he was perfect.
The perfect boar.
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