The Buddha Bar Hotel in Prague’s Old Town was no place to keep a baby pig. But my boss, the editor-in-chief of luxury travel guides, had no other place to keep his birthday present.

The piglet donned a fashionable harness and leash for his debut walk in Staroměstská náměstí. A crowd of tourists gathered. Was it to laugh at the grown men walking a piglet, or to admire the pig?

Then piglet slipped away. They thought it was an act.