I have had the pig an embarrassingly long time, starting back in October when I checked my mail. Shortly thereafter, his royal swineness wanted to go out for a drink, where we happened to meet FranIam. A few days later I found him in bed with my girlfriend then sunk into a depression. She eventually cheered me up, and we were all able to be adults about it. So much so we went out for brunch. Roughly two months after he showed up, we finally got around to taking some pictures. It was too cold so we had to come back to finish up another day when it was even colder. Needless to say we have grown attached to the little chap. And it has been very hard for me to let him go. So I don't want to drag this out any longer with big flowery, teary goodbyes. Just get in your envelope and go.