My grandmother made a lot of ceramic pigs in the 80s, giving them to my mother as gifts because Mom once said she liked pigs (although, she meant real ones, not just the concept). So every time grandmother came to visit, the porcelain pigs would have to come out of storage, so Grandma wouldn’t know my Mom didn’t actually want them (even if that meant, at the next gift opportunity, yet another pig came in the post).
By now, this self-satisfied little fellow is the only pig left of the herd. Then and now, it reminds me of “Charlotte’s Web”, the scene where Charlotte writes “Some Pig” in the web above Wilbur’s paddock.