this little piggy has been in my life almost as long as i can remember. my mom and dad would go to mexico on occasion and one year she brought back this embroidered pig (and one of those big grass tote bags with a lid and embroidered flowers out of raffia). i distinctly remember how i fell in love with this piggy and helped her to stuff it with old pantyhose and then.... then, it was put away in her closet. it wasn't until she moved to washington, 14 years ago, that i snagged it and called it my own. he has some tears and a couple legs and the ears are no longer 'with stuffing', but he so cheerful and perky it is impossible to quibble.