I can remember the day I got my first pig like it was yesterday. I had saved to buy her, and couldn’t wait to bring her home. It was the spring of my senior year of high school, and I took my parents to the pig farm from our house to pick her up. I watched as the boy I was buying the pig from went in and put up the sow, and then attempted to catch my little girl. When he finally caught her, I was treated to my first experience with a high-pitched pig squeal. The look on my parent’s faces said, “What are you getting into?” I…