I have always loved pigs, and always intended to have one of my own. There is a saying: Be careful what you wish for. Too true! Now forty something pigs later....
I adopted my first rescued pigs, Mumma and Pigsley, from Dori Neilsen, who was doing pig rescues in NJ. I met her when I was invited to go along to take an injured piglet to PIGS, a sanctuary in CharlesTown, WV. What an introduction to the world of pigs.
I was astonished and horrified at the problem of abused and abandoned potbellied pigs in this country, and started doing rescue myself. My first rescue was Cedric. His [former]owner's husband was going to take him to the butcher. The rest, as they say, is history.....
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At three months old she was found running loose along a highway in Ocean County, NJ and taken to the Animal Shelter there. Someone had poured a strong bleaching agent on her because she had a 6" patch of frizzled orange hair on her rump.
For all of that, Mia is one of the most personable pigs I have ever met. When I went to pick her up at the shelter, she climbed into my lap and gave me a big wet snouter. It was love at first sight!
Her mother and littermates were sent to market by an individual who professed to be a pig lover...NOT. At four years old, Piggy Sue is the tallest pig I have.