I have done it before, but it will be different this time. On Oct. 22, my pig arrived all the way from Illinois. I felt excited, a little scared, but ready to take on the responsibility.

My eighth-grade year, I wasn't ready for such a task. I struggled with motivation to walk her. I did not take care of all the things I needed to take care of. The only time I truly spent time with my first pig was during school hours or events.

I have come a long way in the last three years and I am taking this opportunity as a second chance. Now, I go out nearly every day to work with my pig. I have learned a...