My Piggie James Story
Alright, let me share something I went through. It involves a little creature I called Piggie James. Yeah, I know, funny name. It all started pretty impulsively, gotta admit. Saw some videos online, you know, those tiny pigs running around, looking all cute. Thought to myself, “Hey, I could totally handle one of those!” Seemed like a unique pet, something different.
So, I started looking into it. Did some reading, well, maybe not enough reading, looking back. Found a local person who had piglets. Went over there, and bam, there was this little guy, snorting and looking curious. I picked him out, named him James on the spot – Piggie James just kind of stuck. Brought him home, all excited. Set up a little area for him in the spare room.
Man, the first few weeks were something else. Way different from the cute videos. Here’s kinda how it went down:
- Feeding: This dude ate constantly. Special feed, veggies. Finding the right stuff wasn’t super easy at first.
- Mess: Okay, pigs are smart, people say they can be house-trained. James? He had his own ideas about where the bathroom was. Cleaning became like, my main hobby. It wasn’t just little accidents either.
- Noise: The snorting was cute at first. Then came the squealing. Especially when he was hungry, which felt like always. Or bored. Or just because.
- Personality: He was stubborn! Smart, yeah, I could see that. But used his smarts mostly to figure out how to get into trouble or demand food. Training felt like a constant battle of wills.
What Happened Next
I really tried, spent a lot of time with him. Tried different training methods, read more stuff (should have done that first, right?). He learned a few things, like sitting for a treat sometimes. But the upkeep, the sheer amount of attention he needed, plus the space… it was more than I bargained for. My place isn’t exactly huge, you know?
There was this one time he somehow got out of his pen when I was at work. Came home to find cushions chewed, trash can knocked over… looked like a tornado hit the living room. That was kind of a turning point. I realized maybe my home wasn’t the best fit for Piggie James, and maybe I wasn’t the best owner for him, despite my good intentions.
It was tough, but I started looking for a better place for him. Didn’t want to just give him away to anyone. Took a while, but I eventually found a local hobby farm, a place with other pigs, lots of space to roam around and root in the dirt like a proper pig. They knew what they were doing. Went to visit him a few times after. Seemed much happier there, doing pig things. So, yeah, that’s the Piggie James saga. Learned a lot, mainly that cute internet videos don’t always show the full picture. Definitely learned about responsibility, and doing what’s best for the animal, even if it’s hard.
