If you don't think these are the cutest things EVER you're obviously lying to yourself.
I almost talked my dad into a shared custody arrangement (and by almost, I mean not at all). I proposed raising it til it was an adult (and no longer looked cute dressed up in little clothes and posed in fun pictures), then move it to "the ranch," where it could roam freely with the chickens. Here's what my dad had to say..."We'll invite you to the barbecue." In the words of Stephanie Tanner....how RUDE! Besides, what would be the point of eating such a little piggy like that...you'd get two slices of bacon, tops.
So I moved on to trying to convince my office mates, who are all much more reasonable than my parents, why we needed an office mascot. I think I had them going for awhile. I presented my arguments...they're incredibly clean (much more so than dogs), easy to potty train, need virtually no care, would eat all of our scraps from lunch, therefore reducing how much garbage we produced, and of course, would provide endless entertainment. In the end though, I bet you can guess what the verdict was. :(
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