You’ll Never Guess!!! My Piggy Butt is SO Excited

Something so exciting happened yesterday.  I absolutely could not believe it when mom was telling me and dad last night.  I’m honored.  I’m in awe.  I’m mystified.  Mom did something and didn’t even tell me and dad about it until last night.  I just can’t believe she kept it a secret that long.  Personally, I think she did it and forgot about it not thinking anything would come from it.  So, all of this hoopla and you’re probably wondering to yourself, “Just spit it out pig – what happened?”  Okay, here it goes.

  Mom sent a fellow Georgian, not too far away from me that’s from  Hapeville, a post on her Facebook the other day.  She thought that I, Bacon, would be a good laugh for this person.  I really don’t understand that part because we all know that “I’m” not a joke.  I just tell it like it is from my little piggy perspective… just keeping it real.  Snort – LOL

  Last night on the way home from work, mom checked her Facebook messages and posts and saw this.  She immediately had to take a picture.  She was so excited!  You should have seen her when she came in the house.  She couldn’t even talk for a few minutes – which is a rare thing from mom.  Chuckles

She was flying around the house and her tail was just shaking.  She finally told me and daddy to guess and then before we could guess, she told us.  Dad was in awe.  He said a lot of things but all I heard from him was blah, blah, blah, that pig is popular, blah, blah, blah. 

I must have look mystified because I didn’t catch the name.  So mom looked at me and said, “You know the game show Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader.”  When she said that, I knew because we’ve watched that before on my television.  And personally Mr. Foxworthy, I think it needs to be changed to Are You Smarter than a Pot Bellied Pig.  Just sayin’

Mom also reminded me about the Blue Collar Comedy Tour he did with Larry the Cable Guy, Bill Engvall and Ron White.  That was hilarious!  I’ve watched that several times with dad. 

Of course dad was laughing at me later last night saying to expect me to be the ham of some jokes like… You know you’re a redneck if you own a pig that stays inside and has his room and has his own television.  It’s okay dad.  You’re just jealous.  SRAOL (snort rolling all over laughing).

So there you go – can you believe that?!  Thank you Mr. Foxworthy.  You made my piggy day!

 

Trouble at Hotel Thompson – Time for the Crime

Sometimes it’s not all glitter and sparkles at Hotel Thompson.  Believe it or not, sometimes I get into trouble.  Mom believes whole heartedly that if you do the crime – you serve the time.  And trust me, I have served the time at the Hotel Thompson. 

Sometimes all you hear is the good things and for the most part I am sweet Bacon.  But there are the times that I can be deviled Ham.  Usually in the winter time, I hibernate and don’t cause trouble.  Living in the south though, you don’t know what season it is.  Although it says it suppose to be Winter, sometimes it feels like Spring or Fall.  Then, you throw in the elements of rain and you might as well call it a day. 

My biggest problem at the Hotel Thompson is that I “know” what is right and what is wrong.  Mom compares me at times to a two year old.  I have to push my boundaries.  I need to know how far I can go without getting in trouble.  Usually though, when mom says NO and then starts counting, uh oh you’re in trouble and it’s too late.  And if she makes it to three when counting, you’re going to serve some time for the crime.

Take last night.  I was in the kitchen with mom supervising her dinner preparations.  I went over to the garbage can and butted it with my snout.  I was looking straight at mom when I did it and heard her say no.  It’s kind of like the movie Finding Nemo where Nemo touches the boat when his dad says no.  You’re going to do it anyway.  One time butting the garbage can, I was forgiven but scornfully told no. 

The second time I butted in, mom fussed at me and said I was pushing it and there better not be a third time.  Well, you see that is moms fault there.  She challenged me.  I have to accept that challenge.  She’s cooking dinner.  What could she possibly do in the middle of that if I did it again, right?

The third time I butted it, it was over.  Now remember there was nothing in the garbage can I wanted.  I just wanted to see how much I could push mom.  I just had a wild hair in me.  I’ve never seen mom move so fast!  She had me corralled and in no time I was in my room being ignored by mom.  I cried.  I yelled.  I snorted.  I barked.  Nothing.  Mom completely ignored me.  No treats.  No loving.  No nothing.

Being ignored by mommy is the worse!  After dinner when I came back out, she still ignored me.  I hate that.  I changed my rotten ways really quick and got back on track.  I snuggled with her and loved on her.  When mom put me to bed that night, we had a little prayer meeting about my behavior.  I knew I was wrong.  Sometimes I just need a little direction and correction… you know just like a regular kid.

That’s why it doesn’t happen often but when it does I’m almost piggy evil about it.  But you don’t do that, do you?  Tell me I’m not the only one that pushes the limits with their parents.