One day, I was shopping at a yard sale. A woman approached me and said, "I know who you are, and I know how much you love pigs." I just laughed it off. A few days later, the woman called my office and told me her son had a potbellied pig, which he had to find a home for.
I asked a lot of questions: name, color and weight—and I told the woman bring the pig to my office. A few hours later, Gordita, the beautiful, white pig arrived.
I nicknamed the pig Dita. She is a riot. She loves to go swimming in our pool and play with our English cocker, Buddy Holly. I am so glad I adopted this great companion.
— Melanie Zysk of Palm City, Florida