When my son was 11 he was in 4 h. He had a yorkshire pig. When he first got porkchop, I was scared of him, but as i got used to him, he became moms boy. He was amazingly smart. He would lay with the dogs in the front yard and they would all do the little flea thing. It was so cute, he thought he was a dog. I had a rose garden, he wasn't allowed to eat them, but he loved to sniff them. when I would come home from work he would run down the driveway and meet me, yelling maaaama, maaaama. It was so cute. He loved his baths and his swimming pool. He got out of our yard one day and went to the neighbors house. Their dryer had broken so her mother-in-law who was visiting had her clothes hanging out to dry. I heard squealing, and this woman cussing and yelling in spanish, Porkchop had her clothes and was pulling them up and down. She was standing there with the broom. I had to laugh, then go get him. He was great at blackberry hunting, he could find the biggest berries. I miss him. One day when Brutus gets a little older I will get another yorkshire.