Poogie is a nice pig. An admirable hoglet. A good gruntling. He makes Monster Hunter: World a more inviting place, and I appreciate his devotion to pyjamas. You can pet Poogie and clap with joy when you visit your home base. He likes this at first but then he gets disgruntled, and pushes you away. It took me 30 hours to realise you can press a button at a precise moment in this animation to make him like you.
In a time when the frothing swathe is calling out in terrifying unison for the ability to pet all dogs in all games, I am glad for Poogie. He is the snorty furless outlier who allows himself to be ruffled with both glee and grumpiness.
Without this small symbol of hope and reluctant friendship, monster hunting would be made poorer. You would come back to headquarters, pockets full of bones, trailing a maimed gigantolizard, and you would frown. You would eat your dinner and harvest honey and look glumly into the furnace as Mr Armour batters together another shinguard made of endangered species. Maybe you do this anyway. You should go see Poogie.
He is there to pet every time. He is there to get annoyed and headbutt you in the groin. He is the manifestation of all that is gently furious in this land of oversized swords and tranquiliser bombs. I swear to god, if any of you hurt Poogie, I will set you on fire. He’s very good.