Years ago I wanted a potbelly so badly, and finally found one. I will never believe she was a full blooded potbelly pig, she got as big as a farm pig. She was a hoot.
Molly would eat paper if left in her sight, after eatting some homework (once took it right out of a bookbag) the kids quickly learned to keep things out of her sight. She started with a literbox, then a bigger box, then 2 literboxes next to each other. Molly wouldnt go pooh in one, she did that outside. She'd stand by the door and complain to let us know she needed out. I decided to remove the literboxes and she would do both jobs outside.
Now Molly hated rain, snow, cold and heat. She would have to be pushed out the door when the weather wasnt to her liking. Because she was so big it would take me and my kids working together to push her out, she'd quickly do her job then run back in.
I learned they go in heat every 18 days for 3 days. This was 3 days of going around nosing us, nonstop. First time I was freaking out, couldnt figure out why she wouldnt leave me alone. I called my dad who had been a farmer to ask him why does she do this! I even asked the vet if she could get fixed, at that time he had never heard of anyone wanting to have a pig fixed, he wasnt sure.
She became very territorial. When company came she'd walk over, fuss and hit them with her nose, walk off and go lay down. As if to say this is my house dont forget it. I finally had to make a decision. She had outgrown our home and her nose could do alot of damage (I had lots of bruises). She didnt like company and with kids we always had a houseful. I went on a search to find her a good home, someone who could handle her odd ways.
I really enjoyed her and wish we had lived in the country with her. We still sit and giggle about Molly when we talk about her. We had some wonderful memories of her. She was a blast.