Pickle

Honk honk! My name’s PICKLE and I’m looking for my forever farm in sunny SoCal!

I was born around March 3^rd and like all baby piggos, I’m growing like a WEED! My foster mom says I’m the funniest, gabbiest pigren she’s ever met. Well after my start to life, I’ve got a lot to say and do!

I’m known as the PV Piglet cuz I was first spotted running scared in a small forest in fancy Palos Verdes Estates. No one knows how I got there but I was only a few weeks old and suddenly found myself in a big pickle. Fortunately I’m smart and sassy (pigs r smarter than dogs and 3-yr-old kids!), and I had guardian angels keeping watch until I was safely caught and placed in foster care. I had to learn that people can be nice and trusted, but it didn’t take long and now I’m addicted to belly rubs!

Some mini pig FACTS:

• There’s NO such thing as a micro, teacup, pocket, whatever itty bitty piggy. Pocket pigs are a lie sold to unknowing people by greeders.
• ‘Mini’ is not a breed and doesn’t mean a ‘mini pig’ will stay smol. I’m currently 40+ lbs and still under a year, but I could grow up to 200 lbs or more! Who knows, who cares.
• Pigs continue growing until they are 3-5 years old, and healthy pigs can live 20+ years.
• No one knows what kind of pig I am, but I’m all black with a nice round pot and 3 white chin whiskers 🙂
• Pigs can run a 7-minute mile, and since I’m still a youngster, I can prolly run faster than that.
• Family is for life, and pigs are family too.

I’m looking for a loving home with experienced pig people who like to hang out with their farmily. I’d also enjoy a well-matched pig sibling or few. We’re herd animals, after all. I love nice dogs and have no problem flirting with my foster fam’s Pyrenees. I also think tunneling through a giant pile of straw makes bedtime a little more enjoyable.

My foster mom says I’m a happy little pigren who always has a smile on my face. My smile’s extra big when my feet are in the air and my belly’s getting rubbed. I think I impressed her with how fast I adjusted to my new life in foster care, and I know I can impress you too. Are you the missing part of my universe? My bags are packed and I’m ready to talk my way into your heart! Don’t wait another minute – call the Rescue Lady today and ask about Pickle!!