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  Forget tiny chihuahuas peeping out of handbags à
  la Paris Hilton, or Taylor Swift with her adorably grumpy looking Scottish Fold cats who have
  become celebrities in their own right. 
  
  When it comes to capturing my heart with a cuddly creature,
  it's the likes of Arnold Schwarzenegger, 75, who's reinvented himself
  as the internet's favourite granddad with his wholesome life
  with a menagerie of animals, who has won me over.
  
  The jewel in the crown of his ever-growing brood of beasts
  is Schnelly the pig, who joined the family in April last year,
  making the star the latest in a long list of celebrities to realise
  the joys of a porky pal - along with Ariana Grande,
  Miley Cyrus and the Beckhams. 
  
  I'm completely smitten with the cuteness of pet pigs.
  
  I lose hours scrolling through Instagram, looking at pictures of furry little piglets
  with pretty pink snouts.
  
  There are 255,000 Insta posts with the hashtag #petpig
  and I've probably looked at all of them. Then there's the
  286,000 posts hashtagged #micropig and I'd hazard a guess that I've seen all of those too.
  
  
  So I'm rather excited to discover that there's a pig farm less than an hour from central London, where I can find out what it's really
  like to have a porcine pet.
  
  While celebrities might get away with turning up to photoshoots, TV
  appearances and fancy restaurants with all manner of furry creatures, will I
  get the same reception if I take a pig for a stroll down the high street?
  
  
  
  
  
  Samantha Rea from London strolling down the
  high street in Old Amersham with Astrid, a 16 month
  old micro pig
  
  
  
  
  
  The pair stopped off at The Griffin, a private members club, bistro and
  bakery, for some refreshments after a trot down the high street 
  
  
  
  
  
  Samantha Rea spent time at the Kew Little Pig Farm in Amersham, Buckinghamshire to learn how to muck out and care for pigs 
  
  
  
  
  
  Learning how to feed hay to the pigs did make Samantha question whether it's easier to stick with a dog or cat as a pet 
  
  I'm hoping the Kew Little Pigs Farm will help me find out.
  It specialises in miniature pigs, which pig lovers can buy or 'adopt' to visit on the farm.
  
  
  Then there are the day trips. The Piggy Pet & Play package lets visitors 'pet, brush, groom, watch and play
  with the pigs.' The Pig Enthusiast package can include putting sun cream on the pigs, and
  the Comprehensive Guide to Pig Keeping teaches
  you everything you need to know before buying your own micro pig.
  
  
  Clearly I must go there!
  
  And so I head to Amersham, in Buckinghamshire, where Kew Little Pigs Farm
  is based.
  
  When I arrive, owner Olivia Mikhail looks slightly concerned at the sight of my Converse trainers and cropped jeans, a combination that will surely
  result in splattered shins.
  
  However, Olivia has no idea just how prepared I actually am, because I have packed not only knee
  high wellies for my time on the farm, but also my designer heels, for my glimpse
  into what life's like as a pig-owning celebrity.
  
  
  
  
  Arnold Schwarzenegger with Schnelly the pig, who joined his menagerie of pets in April last year
  
  
  
  
  
  Ariane Grande and Pete Davidson adopted Piggy Smallz during their short-lived romance in 2018
  
  
  
  
  
  Comedian John Bishop was left devastated when his rescue pig Milo passed away last year,
  describing him as the 'heartbeat' of the family
  
  
  
  
  
  Paris Hilton started the chihuahuas in handbags craze, and is also
  the proud owner of Princess Piglette
  
  George Clooney, Paris Hilton, Miley Cyrus, Jonathan Ross, Charlotte
  Church and even the Beckhams have all kept pigs as pets over
  the past decade or so, while more recently Ariane Grande and Pete Davidson adopted
  Piggy Smallz during their short-lived romance. 
  
  Comedian John Bishop gave rescue pig Milo a home for more than a decade
  and was devastated when the pet passed away, saying he was the 'heartbeat' of the family.
  
  
  They're as much a celeb accessory as oversized sunglasses - which is why I've brought those
  with me too.
  
  But first things first. Before I spend an afternoon taking a petite pig
  for a stroll, I sit down with Olivia in the Kew Little Pigs cafe,
  to complete the theory side of the Comprehensive Guide to Pig Keeping.
  
  
  
  It turns out there is quite a lot of admin involved
  in owning a pig, alongside a rule book thicker than Harry Potter. 
  
  Who knew that you needed a license to walk a pig? Who would imagine that you can't feed
  pigs your kitchen leftovers? It used to be common practice, but has been banned because of the risk of
  diseases such as African swine flu and foot and mouth disease that
  can be spread by consuming contaminated pork products. 
  
  Who can fathom having to fill out a form to drive your pig from
  one place to another - again for disease control reasons? 
  
  
  
  
  After all the admin and mucking out, Samantha was delighted to move on to the fun part - cuddles with Astrid 
  
  
  
  
  
  Samantha found that mucking out the pig pen was actually a lot more civilised than picking up poo on a
  dog walk 
  
  
  
  
  
  Samantha came armed with wellies for her day at the farm, but made sure to keep it glamorous 
  
  
  
  
  
  After swapping her flimsy trainers for wellies, Samantha felt equipped to tackle her day on the farm 
  
  And who would guess that pigs have to have their own house?
  I mean, it's only got to be about the size of
  shed, but it's actually a law to uphold welfare standards.
  
  
  I suppose none of this is an issue for celebrities who have people to do paperwork for them - not to mention acres of space -
  but to me it seems insurmountable.
  
  Olivia senses that my dreams are crushed and attempts
  to reassure me: 'It's really not that much paperwork.
  
  Look, filling in this form would take two minutes.' 
  
  Moving on from the theory, we head outside for the practical part of the course.
  Here, in large pens, are lots of little pigs which are super cute,
  so this makes me happy.
  
  I am given a rake to claw the pig poo into a dustpan. Both the rake and the dustpan have long handles and I like the distance this creates.
  It is certainly more civilised than picking up poo in a flimsy plastic bag
  on a dog walk. 
  
  Clearing away pig excrement with proper equipment which allows
  you to maintain a civilised, and sanitary, distance makes me wonder if
  - despite the paperwork - pigs might just trump dogs.
  
  
  
  
  
  Samantha was worried she might attract stares walking Astrid through town, but nobody batted an eyelid 
  
  
  
  
  
  Samantha treated herself to a hot chocolate while Astrid enjoyed some pig treats 
  
  
  
  
  
  Samantha swapped her wellington boots for high heels to glam up
  to take her pet pig down to the town centre for lunch
  
  
  
  
  
  Taking a pig out for a walk is trickier than it looks, and a lot of treats are required to keep things on track 
  
  Next, Olivia asks if I would like to feed the pigs.
  
  Yes of course! She hands me some hay that's stuffed inside what's basically a
  large fishnet stocking, the size of Santa's sack.
  The hay sticks out of all the holes, and it's my job to hang up the sack in the pig pen, so
  the pigs can eat from it.
  
  This sounds easy. Only it's not. 'NOT THERE! NO! IT'S GOT TO BE HIGHER!
  TIE IT ROUND THE POST! NO! NOT LIKE THAT! NO!'
  
  I feel like a failing contestant on The Crystal Maze, only
  this is worse because I'm now surrounded by hungry pigs and
  I cannot see a panic button.
  
  I swear there was something on Netflix where murdered bodies were dumped in a pig pen, to
  be eaten by the pigs. Or maybe the bodies were eaten alive.
  
  This definitely happens all the time, according to TV, and now I don't even know which is worse, the prospect
  of being felled by pigs eating through my ankles, or the pressure to
  hang the hay correctly.
  
  It is like my challenge on The Crystal Maze has been especially devised to amuse the inhabitants
  of hell.
  
  I find myself grateful to make it out of the pig pen alive.
  Surely I get to do celebrity stuff now?
  
  Celebrities' pigs are as stylish as their owners,
  so I've sourced designer outfits for my trottered chums.
  I'd initially looked at diamond chokers by Dior, because what pig wouldn't want a diamond collar?
  But apparently pigs are happier in harnesses, which fit around the body, not
  just the neck.
  
  I hunt for a harness that an A-lister might pick for their pig, and I am delighted to discover a pink leopard print harness with a
  matching lead. 
  
  It is by Urban Pup, a pet fashion brand whose website I've now spent more time on than all the other
  websites in my search history.
  
  There's the zebra print, the cheetah print, the pink argyle; the florals, the tartans, and the hearts.
  
  There's the range inspired by Legally Blonde and the
  pet carrier that resembles a pink Chanel handbag.
  
  
  Then there are the socks…
  
  I turn up at the farm with more outfits for the pigs than I have for myself.
  I guess this is what it's like being a pig parent: #SELFLESS
  
  I am introduced to Astrid, a 16 month old micro piglet who'll fulfill my dreams of walking a
  pig. I show Olivia all the outfits I've brought from Urban Pup and she picks out a pink
  tartan harness with a matching lead.
  
  I want to dress up all the pigs but Olivia says no. That's OK.
  There is probably some law about only one pig at a time looking this stunning.
  
  
  
  When Astrid and I are dressed, we head into Old Amersham.
  It's a pretty market town in the Chilterns with cobbled streets and quaint white
  buildings with beams.
  
  So how will locals feel about a pig on a lead?
  
  I imagine I may be sternly spoken to by a member of
  the Women's Institute. However, it turns out that Old Amersham is perfectly au fait with celebrity antics, given that Poirot, Midsomer Murders and Four Weddings and a Funeral
  have all been filmed there.
  
  On my pig keeping course I have learnt that pigs never poo
  where they eat, sleep or socialise, because they're very clean, so from day one, without any training, a
  pig will go outside to poo.
  
  I am surprised then, as I arrive in Old Amersham, to find that
  Astrid has done her business in her carry box. I try not
  to think about this, as I hold her lead.
  
  Our first stop is the Amersham Museum. I'm not a massive fan of
  walking around looking at things, but I hear the museum homes a Tudor dining table that
  visitors are welcome to sit at. It is about lunchtime, so
  I'm hopeful I'll be served a Tudor banquet.
  I quite fancy a tankard of wine and a bit of wild boar.
  
  
  Unfortunately, Astrid does not, and so, despite being welcomed by museum
  director Briony, we leave pretty much as soon as we arrive.
  
  
  We go for a stroll instead, but I have to scatter pig food
  pellets to coax Astrid along the pavement. I guess celebrities get their assistants to walk
  ahead, trailing treats to entice the pet pigs in the right direction. 
  
  
  
  
  Hard at work: Writer Samantha Rea tried the Comprehensive Guide to Pig Keeping, which  teaches you everything you need to know
  before buying your own micro pig
  
  However, doing it without an assistant, I find myself
  thinking that it's definitely easier to walk a dog.
  
  
  Celebrity life is about lounging in luxurious surroundings, so Astrid and I head to The Griffin,
  a private members club, bistro and bakery, that's pretty much the Soho House of Amersham.
  
  
  In the beamed building that dates back to the 17th century, there are gorgeous leather sofas and cosy cushions.
  However, I have learnt on my pig keeping course that pigs are happiest alfresco, so Astrid and I
  take a seat on the astro-turf terrace, beneath a pretty parasol that wouldn't
  be out of place in a Cotswolds shoot for Tatler.
  
  It is here, as we relax like A-listers, that Astrid and I are at
  our happiest. As I sip a coffee and eye-up a chocolate brownie (I'm
  being a celebrity, remember, I don't actually
  eat these things), Astrid puts her trotters up on the seat
  beside me and enjoys a few pig food pellets.
  
  Clearly this is our natural environment, so it's probably just a
  matter of time before Astrid is snapped up
  by a celebrity to live life first class. 
  
  But for now, Astrid must mooch back to the mud, and I must head home to
  wash pig poo off my wellies.
  
  I am chuffed to bits to have spent an afternoon with Astrid, but as I think it
  all over, on the train back to Marylebone, I know that I'll never keep a pig as a pet. 
  
  Aside from all the legal red tape, my lack of space in London, and the trickiness of trying to take a pig
  for a walk, there's always the fear that the micro pig might turn out to be not so tiny
  after all. 
  
  I've seen headlines about 4 ounce "teacup" pigs growing bigger than a
  bear, and frankly I find it terrifying. So
  I'll leave the pet pigs to the celebrities. 
  
  
  LondonParis Hilton