Can't resist recounting a tale from a recently-deceased British author, of a journey taken by him some three-quarters of a century ago. His experience was on a local train in Ireland. The train conductor was checking tickets, and, I quote, "the elderly woman sharing my seat had lost her ticket, and without ceremony dumped a small pink piglet wearing a harness on my lap whilst she searched for it. Luckily it [the piglet, not the ticket] was house-trained and rather beguiling ! Further along the journey, [lady and piglet] alighted..."
To quote another favourite author of mine, "I like people who relate affectionately to their pigs..."