I think Maizy needs a playmate during the day. And since we are not moving to a farm, I figured I could bring the farm to us. Currently I am obsessed with miniature potbellied pigs. Sweet Man doesn’t understand why we would raise a pig we can’t won’t eat. I don’t understand why the city won’t allow goats as pets. At least we get to have chickens and I have best friends who have goats.
So mini-potbellied pigs. Crazy?
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Pigs are cute but they are destructive. Good luck getting sweet man to say yes!
Okay, that's just about the cutest picture EVER.