Oinky is my pig, was my pig, will always be my pig. My boyfriend, John’s, mother has a farm and got a pot bellied pig right before Thanksgiving 2010. Desperate for a peek at this beast, I paid a visit to the farm and to a small black and white pig named Oinky. I couldn’t bear to part with Oinky when it was time to go home the next day. I couldn’t believe it when John’s mom said I could take Oinky home for the long Thanksgiving weekend. It was our intention to return him once Thanksgiving was over and he could live on the farm. Well, days turned into weeks, which turned into months. Oinky grew into a big ol’ little pig with a big ol’ attitude. His love of bananas was precious and frustrating when he would cry for them all hours of the day. After months of loving Oinky while simultaneously complaining about him, we gave Oinky to a great family in Tennessee. But while Oinky was living in our small California ranch, we had some definite pig-moments.