Let us count this pig's blessings.
1. He is in apparent good health. (For now.)
2. He can walk on two feet.
3. He has a lovely smile.
4. He is servant to a lazy gnome with tiny little boots that jab him in the armpits.
5. He works for an establishment that has pledged to turn him into pulled pork sandwiches.
It all adds up to good fortune under any definition.
Of course, maybe we're looking at this all wrong. Maybe the lucky pig in question isn't this poor fellow at all, but the generic customer of the Lucky Pig Lounge. Maybe this is another case of IAS, wherein meat-eaters take on the identities of "food" animals for all-around jocularity and yuks.
Either way, something gets to die.