Thanks to Paxton’s Instagram fame, (I started his account so I wouldn’t be that annoying friend on your feed) we’ve made a lot of pig friends and joined a pig community I never knew existed.
It’s where we learned to smear peanut butter on the side of the tub so Pax would take a bath without throwing a tantrum.
One night we got a message from a pig friend named Poogie.
It turned out his family had to move and they wanted us to adopt him. I was so touched because Poogie’s mom, which turned out to be a preteen girl, said she could tell how well we treat Paxton (more like he’s a spoiled brat) and she wanted her pig to live with us.
At first I said no. I was being selfish, worried about time, space and commitments, but then Michael said, “you want to save all the piggies but you won’t take this one?”
He was right.
The next morning we told Poogie’s family we’d take him in. They drove more than two hours to bring him to us.
The girl and her parents were strong, they held back tears and took one last photo with him.
Then they left.
Poogie ran to the fence to look for them.
He was sad, confused and scared. Everything he had known was walking away.
We brought Poogie inside, and I sat with him on the floor of our bedroom. He wandered around then hid under the bed.
I let him be. After an hour, he came out on his own and crawled into my lap.
I immediately fell in love and knew we made the right decision.
We kept Pax and Poogie separated for the next two days, Pax would chase and nip at Poogie (this is normal).
We also decided to call Poogie Cooper, Coop for short.
The hardest part was trying to keep Paxton on his routine while catering to Cooper’s needs. Pax is basically a toddler that throws fits and turns into a jerk if his routine is altered. Seriously though, Pax walks into my bathroom every morning demanding his vitamins. He won’t leave until he gets what he wants. He also knows he gets Cheerios every morning when I leave for work. If I stay home for some reason he gets an attitude like, “leave mom, I want my Cheerios and my alone time.”
Three days into our new venture, I had Pax, Coop and their doggy sister Casey in our bedroom while I was getting ready for work.
I always turn music on for Pax, he loves it. A lot of pigs like music.
Cooper was on our bed, Pax on the floor. Next thing I new, Coop had his head over the bed looking down at Pax. Pax was looking up at Coop and they chatted for about five minutes.
I knew pigs communicated but I had never witnessed it.
Cooper, who had been afraid of his big brother, jumped down on the floor and for the first time, they hung out like buddies. My heart melted.
It took about two weeks for Pax and Coop to adjust. Pax still nips on occasion but now they give each other piggy kisses and are on the verge of becoming snuggle buddies.
They also chat all the time …
Pax, however, in toddler fashion has made it known that I am his mom and gets very jealous if Coop is getting more attention.
Luckily, Cooper adores Michael and Michael has fallen in love with his little 15-pound pig so each pig has a snuggle partner. Poor Casey just tries to fit in somewhere.
Cooper is 6 months old, weighs 15 pounds and appears to be a Juliana pig.
Paxton is 7 months old, weighs 45 pounds and is a potbelly pig.
If you’re thinking about adopting a pig, please do your research. Read my first post on Paxton, too.
If you’re thinking about getting a second pig, make sure you and your first born are ready for the adjustment. It can be a really positive thing for the pigs. Also, consider rescuing! There are so many pigs that need homes because their first families didn’t know what they were getting into and have chosen to give them up. The Pig Advocates League is a good place to start.