The journey of Arabella.
I can remember the day my mom was telling me about the small pigs you get and how badly she wanted one, for what reason was beyond me but as I also had my weird stage (wigs) my mother supported and so I did the same. I decided I would get my mother a tea cup pig for her birthday and so after ordering the cutest one setting the flight and all plans reading all the information we could, thinking it was a scam but going forth any way just in case it was not. That time I was still with Willem and he stayed in springs that night we went to fetch her and we weren’t sure yet what we were fetching and if we were there for a reason but we waited and in a small wooden box was our little Arabella. She was moving all over the place in that box with her on my lap in the box and my fingers through the little wire holes provided she was sucking my fingers and biting it at times. When we arrived to his house I remember reading that the pigs are shy and that we should give them space as they need to...