Last year I lived in an apartment with some friends. There were four of us and we were all students One day a roommate appeared with a little Vietnamese pig.
Our Last Pet

The fact that this pet was living with us was not enthusing. or Having this pet did not enthuse us. The fact of having this pet was nothing that enthused us. At first it was really funny. It ran from one place to another, and even when it bit our clothes or the cushions he or she was amusing. Every week classmates came home to see Pog, that was its name. (Yes, I know that is not a good name, but saying “the pig pog” sounds like “ping pong.”  and I don´t know why, but I sometimes this gave us grace.) Some visitors gave it some of food, and obviously when Pog ate more, after it did more afterwards... (I think we understand each other and I can say that it smelled very bad). But this last had something funny, It liked to do its things it in one of my friend’s room, hahaha.

The pig only lived with us 3 months. Don´t worry, we didn't eat it. The person who brought it has know in his own home now, and I've seen photos of Pog running through his garden. So now, Pog is a happy pig!