My pig, Rambo, was also a rescue. Poor little thing. The authorities shut down the place where I got him.
The story goes............Catie and I both already had pigs. I had Yoda (because of the big ears) and Catie had his sister, Josie.Catie's sister in law wanted a pet pig after she saw Yoda and Josie. We went to this farm that we saw advertising pot belly pig in the newspaper to talk a look at them. OMG! The conditions were HORRIBLE!

I know, I know. You all think "Pig.........what do you expect!" But, honestly, pigs aren't dirty. They just cover themselves in mud for protection from bugs. My pigs LOVED getting their weekly bath or shower. Anyway, back to the story of how Rambo got his name. Catie and I ended up rescuing 2 little babies so we ended up with 4 pigs. She got another female and named her Nellie and I got another little boy. I didn't name him right away, I usally wait until I find a name that fits. Well, this little boy piglet was so so so sick. I took him to the vet at least once a week for the first 6 months. About 3 weeks into his life with us I thought "This is one tough little guy" and the name Rambo came to me. One tough little guy. He's still around, he'll be 13 June 30. And he's still one tough little piggy.
My dog, Sassafrass, was 2 years old when I got her. Her previous owners let the kids name her and they named her Pugsly. If you could see Sassafrass you would see how stupid a name Pugsly is for her!! She is most definatly a Sassafrass, Sassy or Sassyass for short. My husband calls her Sassamafrass.
Gloria
Slave to Twinkie-Dink, Pebbles and Annie. Goddess to Sassafrass (dog) and equal to Rambo (pig).