Be careful potbellied pigs can be mean. Our neighbor, when I was a kid and lived in a city, had one. It chased me and would bite me. He was an ass hole. But he was cute at the same time. Such a conundrum.
I was trying to think of a way to keep them without them trashing fencing like Pumba did, he would rub on fence posts then plop down. We have been fortunate that we only have to drive halfway to town to pick them up from a gas station. I love that they are free!