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How I Was Adopted


Mommy tells me this story sometimes at night when she is putting me to bed. She’s always wanted a miniature pot bellied pig as a pet. She’s also always wanted to name him Bacon. 🙂 As far back as she can remember, she’s dreamed of having a little piggy follow her around like Mary had a little lamb. A little piggy to call hers that was loving, sweet and devoted to her.

Her dream was put on hold due to unforeseen life situations, but in the back of her mind she still always dreamed about that piggy. She wasn’t blessed with children and that dream started rising back up once she got settled in married life. There was something missing.

In early October 2011, mommy came across an ad, just by chance, that was advertising piglets for sale before the winter season arrived. She spoke to daddy about the ad and he knew her long time dream of wanting a piggy. He told her to go for it.

She called and spoke with the lady who was all the way in Kentucky but there just wasn’t a connection and that was a really LONG ride from home. She didn’t let that stop her though. She started looking locally for someone that had newborn piglets for sale before the winter. What she found out was that early October was a great time to look. There were lots of piglets out there that needed adoption before winter kicked in full force.

Somehow in her calling, she called the same lady twice by accident. It was strange how this happened. There was also a connection there. Both times that mom talked to this lady, she happened to be holding me or feeding me. She talked about how sweet and loving I was. She even told mom that she would come down on her price for me.

Mom jumped and told her that she wanted me. Mom told her, “Please do not sale him to anyone else.” This was on a Thursday. She got directions, requested to be off of work the next day and told the lady she would meet her the next day to get me. Mom asked for her to take a picture on her cell phone and send it to her so she could see the precious bundle. While she waited for the picture, mom was as nervous as an expectant mother. Soon, she would see her baby for the first time. She called dad and told him what she had located and that she was waiting for the first picture of her baby.

A few minutes later, mom’s cell phone pinged. Mom was so excited that she could barely get her phone turned on to look. Then, she saw me for the first time.

She cried. It was an instant connection. She loved me before she even met me in person. She was so excited that she had a hard time sleeping that night. All she could talk about was ‘the new baby coming’. She fixed my room up and got everything prepped for the delivery.

The next morning, mom and dad hit the road for the 3.5 hour drive to pick me up all the way in Bruxton, Georgia. You know the conversation revolved around me. How was I going to act when she met me? Would I accept her? How was I going to act around the purr things? Would I adapt to adopted life?

Then, she finally got here. I had just eaten my lunch. My caretaker was talking to mom about how to handle me, how fast I can be, what I eat, etc. I turned and saw mom for the first time. She picked me up and I immediately snuggled right under her chin and went to sleep. I could feel my heart beat with hers and I was at home. My caretaker told mom that it was a perfect match. I already knew that. I was 3 weeks old and weighed a whopping 1 pound.

This was almost a year ago. In fact, October 6, 2012 will be a year since my adoption date. I came home that first day and it was like I had been there all of my life. I’m like any other child. I have good days and I have bad days. Since I act like a child, they treat me like a child.

I am spoiled and I know that I’m not like regular pigs. I have my own room, my own sleeping bed, my own television and room service. 🙂 When I’m sweet, I can be sweet Bacon. When I’m bad, I can be deviled ham. Heck, I can’t be good 100% of the time, can you? But I am loving, very gentle, snuggly, fun, and so much company. A lot of times, mom says she doesn’t even look at me as a pig. Sometimes I act like a small puppy except I have a snout, hooves, I grunt and snort. Mom says I’m very entertaining when I’m running through the house barking.

But in the end, it all remains the same. Mommy loves me and I love her.


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