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I bought a live pig, a midget Vietnamese pot bellied pig. The lady said he would top out at about fifty pounds since he was a midget pig. I named him hamlet - he became as docile as a dog, could do tricks, and always used the bathroom over in the corner of the yard. He also loved beer. He was a lot smarter than my dogs. He was a good pig when he was 40 pounds, even when he passed 200. He was well over three hundred pounds when I finally had to get rid of him. I hated to but . . . . Have you ever seen what a 300 pound pig can do to a flower bed and fish pond? Someone told me I should have butchered him and eaten him. That would have been like cannibalizing one of my children. I gave him to a person I din't know. I told them not to tell me what happened to hamlet. I prefer to think he is wallering around somewhere and happy. Tim