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Nemo is one of the Valentine piglets, who came to the farm on Valentine’s Day 2009. Their mother was one of the 4 pigs someone living in a rural area bought from an Amish farm. The buyer, not someone with experience with pigs, was unaware that the mother was pregnant. She gave birth in a pen with the 3 other adult pigs. There was no heat, nowhere for the babies to escape from being crushed under the weight of the adult pigs. Later in the evening, the owner discovered 12 piglets, 8 of whom were already dead. The remaining 4 were covered in mud and feces and close to freezing to death. A wildlife rehabber found out about them and took them in. She raised them in her kitchen and taught them all how to use a litterbox—which they did faithfully.

Of course, when they were integrated with the rest of the WFAS herd, they unlearned the litterbox and learned the “big pig” routine of going out in the pig yard.

All of the piglets are curious, but Nemo is the most curious. You cannot enter the pig area without Nemo noticing, whether he opens his eyes or not—it’s a false sleep. He’s waiting to see what you’re going to do and if he can get in the way while he’s makes himself part of the action. Try to sneak into the pen to treat Stubby’s hoof and Nemo is there, nosing you with his snout, trying to eat the rags you’ve got or convince you to play tug of war with him, or,trying to inhale the betadine and water. “No, Nemo!” is meaningless to him—he just comes back with that goofy smile on his face and his eyes say, “What? It’s interesting to me!” The trick is to wait until he gets bored with you and then meanders off to the next thing of interest. But if you start to do anything of even slight curiousity, you will feel a snout on your leg or back and you don’t have to turn around to say, “Nemo!”