Sounds familiar. My mother loves Holstein cows. Our entire fucking kitchen was strewn with cows, including large wooden letters spelling out “COWS” on the wall painted like the Holstein leather pattern. She’s only met these animals two, three times in person. Yeesh.
Absolutely. Funnily enough, collecting pigs was not her choice. One year my dad got my mom a pig trinket of some sort, for some reason, and she liked it. That's all it took... from that point on, anything with a pig on it, for any occasion, was gifted to her. She likes it... now... but early on she says there was a lot of "wtf is it about pigs and why is everyone giving me them?". Yeah... xmas tree ornaments... earrings... a lawn ornament... a wrought iron wine rack... a wind vane on the house... all pigs.