Happy Easter!

HAPPY EASTER

my dear friends

((HOGS AND KISSES))!!

I love Easter.  I love everything about it.  I love the fun.  I love the excitement.  I love it all!  Mom makes is so special for all of us.  Mom gave the purr things their little basket.  She was going to take a picture of it but too late – they got to it.  There was little pieces of grass everywhere from their straw basket.  They got cat treats, a bag of Iams – their favorite, a couple of play mice and other toys.  They were happy.  Of course, like cats they played with the basket the most – go figure huh?  Silly purr things.

 

Dad got Angry Bird eggs.  Aren’t they freaking adorable?!  AND, they were rather easy to make – well so mommy said.  I watched in amazement and gave her pointers.  Dad said they were almost too cute to eat.  But like me – in matters of the tummy, the tummy wins.  Darn that tummy and trying to keep our figures!

 

And me?  You asked what did the Easter Bunny bring me?  ALL kinds of goodies. 

 

I got a pot full of my special treats.

 

Animal crackers – yes the convenient size – snort.  Yellow squash, eggplant, carrots, oranges, apples and there was some raisins in the bottom of the bucket too.  YUMMY – this pig struck the gold mine!  I think personally the Easter Bunny likes me the best, don’t you?  But I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. 

 

And we can’t forget about Bashful.  Mom helped me send the Easter bunny a letter letting him know what Bashful liked.  I mean, this is his FIRST Easter – he has to have a great one like I did, right?  The nice Easter bunny came through – this is what Bashful got in his basket –

Needless to say, Bashful was so excited about his treats that he was speechless.  I just love that little guy!  We’re off now to eat some of our treats.

Happy Easter!

 

Being the Responsible One

I feel the humans now – it’s hard being a good parent!

Mom says for me to hang in there and once Bashful gets his ‘baby phase’ behind him he will be better.  I’m not sure that’s possible.  And what if I’m doing this all wrong?  What if he turns out like his dad, a rolling stone, or gets involved in a bad rock band? 

Sometimes I feel like I never get enough rest.  Having kids is hard!  I feel like a zombie pig on same days and just go through the motions so I can finally get back in bed.  It does get better, right?

I’ve been so tired lately that I even gave mom a hard time last night.  I was being fussy with her and she understands.  She sat me down and we talked about it.  It’s all about love.  I feel better after our talk and took a nap.  Mom helped out with Bashful for a little bit and took him for a walk.  He was a lot better afterwards too.  I guess she wore him out because when they got back, he was out like a light and slept a solid 8 hours for a change.  That was such a relief!

Bashful is doing better.  He’s gotten accustomed to living at the Hotel Thompson.  He’s practically house trained now and doesn’t have any accidents.  He rolls around the house and plays with the purr things a lot.  Sometimes he gets a little rough and I have to break things up.  He got into the cereal the other night and ate an entire box of Fruity Pebbles.  It was all over the floor.  But this little hoover cleaned everything up before mom went into the kitchen.  The hard part is trying to keep him on a schedule.  And, dad has taught him Rock, Paper, Scissors.  Shakes head, he always picks paper for some reason.   

So my friends, help me out here.  Any words of encouragement for raising Bashful to be the best “s t o n e” he can be?  Thanks my friends – XOXO – Bacon

 

Greetings from Princess Mouse Girl

Hi everyone. My name is Princess Mouse Girl. I am one of the purr things here at the Hotel Thompson. Bacon has his hands full right now with Bashful and asked me to step in today. That took a lot for that little pig to ask for help. I’m honored. And trust me, I won’t let him forget that he had to ask *me* for help – purr wink.

Mom took this picture of me not too long ago. I know you want to rub my furry belly, don’t you? Dad says it looks like I have go-go boots on my bottom feet. I am 20 pounds of cuteness all rolled up in furry heaven.

I thought I would take this opportunity to tell you something about myself. I’m the only girl at the hotel besides mom. Yes, with all of these boys it does make it hard on me sometimes. They like to be rough and run. I’m strictly a girly cat. I like my spa time – I like to get pampered, carried, held and brushed.

I am what they refer to as a Maine Coon cat. Maine Coons run a little bit bigger in size and are known for our bushy tails – you can almost see mine at the bottom of the picture.

Mom and dad adopted me from the shelter on December 19, 2010. Hemi had just lost his brother that summer and was taking it really hard. Mom and dad was trying everything to get him to cheer back up and it wasn’t working. They spoke to Hemi’s catatrician and she suggested getting him a new friend.

Mom looked everywhere and found a shelter that was going to be in our area over that weekend. Mom even found a kitty she wanted to look at when they went and completed all of the adoption paperwork before hand. When they went to the shelter, the kitty they wanted to see didn’t want anything to do with mom. Weird huh? And mom’s a loveable kind of gal. But that’s okay – I saw the opportunity and seized it!

I was in a corner cage minding my business when I saw mom and dad walk into the shelter. While mom went to look at the other kitty, dad was just standing beside my cage. I did what any kitty has to do to get noticed. I reached through the bars and touched daddy’s arm. It scared him at first but it did the trick. He noticed and petted me a little through the bars. He started to walk away and I wasn’t going to have that! I started meowing and purring like there was no tomorrow. That got his attention again and he came back to me. Everytime he left my play pen area, I would make noise to get him back.

I got so loud at times, other people started noticing. I mean think about it, I was going home that day. I had picked out my humans and it was the matter of getting them to accept me now. Finally mom came over. I think I had her at meow. They decided then and there that I was the one. Mom went to do the paperwork and that’s when she found out my name, Mouse Girl. Since mom likes that little mouse that wears the white gloves so much, she thought it was meant to be with Mouse being in my name.

I went home that day to the Hotel Thompson and I’ve never looked back. As soon as Hemi saw me, we started playing together. He chirped up and mom and dad had their old Hemi back. We’ve been family every since.

So, there you go. Everything you wanted to know about the wonderful Princess Mouse Girl. Hope you have a puurrrfectly wonderful weekend everyone – Kisses – Mouse

 

Dear Cocco – Special Edition

 My great friend Cocco at http://myminipetpig.com/ has stepped in to do a special edition of Dear Cocco.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.  That little Cocco is a very pigtalented little oinker.  I think together, we could rule the world.  Big thanks out to Cocco and his mom Katie for this special edition!  We hope that you will do it again in the future ((HOGS AND KISSES))

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Dear Cocco,

We know you piggies are considered the fourth smartest animals around but did you know that we hamsters are very talented?  We have formed a musical band and we are pretty sure you and your piggy friends couldn’t do that.  Signed The Musical Trio

Dear Musical Trio,

We actually don’t need to form a band.  We are a nonstop one-man band kind of animal.  We can squeal, screech, snort, bark and kiss.  We are innately musical so we don’t even require any instruments.  Ha.

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Dear Cocco,

Did you know that cats can dance?  We are extremely graceful and actually invented several moves.  We are wondering if you can guess what dance we are doing.  Signed The Stealthy Cats

Dear Stealthy Cats,

Why thank you for enlightening me.  I wasn’t thinking you were dancing at all.  I was thinking you were in the midst of a cat fight.  Now that I know you were dancing, I am quite sure you were doing the Cha Cha.

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Dear Cocco,

Us dogs know revenge.  My humans went on a walk and didn’t think I could make it the whole duration since I’m “getting old” so they left me home.  Their mistake was leaving dinner to cool on the counter.  These old bones jumped up and gobbled it all down.  I’m feeling pretty smug.  Signed One Smug Pug

 

Dear One Smug Pug,

I say good for you.  You put your humans in their place.  I bet you taught them a lesson and they will take you along next time!

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Dear Cocco,

Hippos love having their teeth cleaned.  Trainers think we are just naturally obedient when it comes to teeth cleaning but the truth is our teeth love the massage.  They squirt the water in, tickle our gums and then tell us “good job”.  Did you know we hippos eat as much muddy grass as we can just to get those silly humans to give us a tooth massage?  Signed The Toothy Hippo

Dear Toothy Hippo,

A tooth massage sounds like good clean fun.  I’ll avoid one at all costs though and leave the enjoyment to your kind.  The only kind of massage I like is of the belly variety.

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Dear Cocco,

These wild flowers are making me a wweeeee bit giddy!  Hehehe, come have a sniff.  You’ll be feeling silly in no time!  Signed Goofy Giggler

Dear Goofy Giggler,

I’m on my way, save some flowers for me!

 

My Snout on Canvas

Isn’t it snoutfully beautiful!?  Mommy is in love with this picture of my snout.  She says that she wants to buy it for her office.  That way she can look at it throughout the day and think of me – see I’ve got her trained, right?

This picture was painted by Sheila Wedegis who lives in Florida.  Sheila has a blog at www.sheilawedegis.blogspot.com that you just have to check out.  She absolutely has some beautiful paintings that she has done and me and mom were in awe!  You can also see her work at www.sheilawedegis.com Go find out who her muse is – 🙂

 

 

 

I found out about Sheila when she painted my friend Cocco’s cute little piggy snout.  You can see his picture at http://myminipetpig.com/2013/02/a-snout-shot/

These little piggy snouts have a lot of personality all rolled up in them!  What do you think?

 

Dear Management of the Hotel Thompson

Dear Management,

After careful consideration in your letter, I have reviewed my initial complaints.  You brought up some very good and valid points in my life at the Hotel Thompson.  I am a very lucky little piggy. 

Please accept my piggy apologies and original letter.  Sometimes one just needs to be booted back into reality.  I am very fortunate to have such great and wonderful accomodations here at the Hotel Thompson. 

I promise to do better in my chores and more giving to daddy with mommy.  Thank you so much for setting me straight.

 

With much love,

Bacon

 

But I *AM* in Bed – Silly Mom

This is me and mom’s leg in the picture – snort.  Every night after dinner and dishes, me and mom snuggle on the couch.  It’s our time.  Mom kicks the recliner back and we pull the blankets close to get all comfy and snuggable (you can see my Egyptian cotton sheet up there with us – it’s so silky!).

She pets my back while she catches up on her emails, blogs, Facebook and watches television.  It’s our bonding time.  I keep my snout right on her leg so I know if she moves.  That’s how deep I sleep. 

Sometimes I sleep so deep, I actually snore.  I can’t help it.  I know I’m completely safe right there next to mom and she won’t let anything happen to me. 

Every night when it’s time to go to bed, me and mom go through the same game.  She starts softly telling me, “Bacon, wake up, it’s time to go to bed”.  Do you know how ironic that is?  Mom – I’m already asleep in bed – snort.  So every night I pretend to be asleep and hard to wake up.  Sounds like a typical kid putting off bedtime doesn’t it?  She’ll keep being persistent like a fly buzzing around your head, “Bacon, it’s time to go to bed young man.”  And, me being pig headed like I am will continue to pretend to be asleep.

Then mom picks up her tone a bit and tells me, “If you don’t go get ready for bed now, you’re going to miss your bedtime story.”  Bedtime story – did someone say bedtime story?  Of course, I immediately wake up to this, jump down and run to my room to get ready for bed.  By the time mom brushes her teeth and comes in my room, me and Bashful are safely in our bed.  Mom always tucks us in, kisses us both goodnight and reads us a story.  You can’t miss her bedtime stories! 

But tonight on the couch after dinner, we’ll go through the same thing all over again.  Why?  Because it’s what me and mom do of course – snort.

 

 

Response from the Hotel Thompson

Dear Bacon,

We are in receipt of your letter from yesterday.  We apologize for the way you think the service has fallen on the weekends at the Hotel Thompson.  We appreciate you taking the time to contact us to let us know of our fallen ways.  We have taken great thought to some of your remarks and we have a few of our own, as we should since every story has two sides.

First of all, Sunday cleaning day.  Everyone at the Hotel Thompson pulls their weight around here at this establishment.  Just be glad that you don’t get the bathroom detail – that goes to Princess Mouse Girl and she doesn’t complain.  And Hemi with his huge paws, he gets dusting detail – he doesn’t complain.  You in fact my dear, are a little pig headed.  You like to fight clean day.  Let’s talk about bath nights at the Hotel Thompson.  You neglected to tell everyone how bull headed you are in taking your bath.  You don’t mind stripping down to naked world and running through the house but you try to avoid the tub like there’s no tomorrow.  We’re not asking for a bath every week, but once a month on bath night perhaps you can be so kind to actually help and not cause a fuss.  Sometimes it sounds like we are killing you here and what would the neighbors think then?  I’ll tell you what they will think.  That you are a wussy.  Yep, we said it little man.  Bath up okay.

Second of all, do you know how much you enjoy mommy/piggy time?  Well, daddy likes to enjoy mommy/daddy time too.  It’s only fair since mommy gets shared with all of you – you, Hemi and Mouse Girl.  Daddy deserves some time as well.  Especially since he keeps you in the life that you are accustomed.  If mom and dad want to go out and have a ‘date night’, then they should.  And before you go eeeww, just remember one day you will be dating too.  You have to do everything to keep it fresh and romantic.

Third of all, Bacon sweet Bacon – you have more mood swings sometimes than a pharmacist has pills.  Not that *we* are complaining.  We take the good – we take the bad – it’s the facts of life.  Regardless of your behavior, we still love you and cater to your every little need.  You seem to be the apple of your mom’s eyes.

Fourth of all, you may have less snacks on the weekends, but tell the truth about your meals.  You actually get cooked to order pancakes, omelets, fresh fruit and actual tacos or pizza on the weekends.  WOW – figure that.  Less snacks but more home cooked meals.  And you always get a treat on your pillow during turn down service.  You’ve never go to bed hungry.

Therefore let’s discuss your accomodations here at the Hotel Thompson shall we. 

• You have free roam of the facility.  You have air conditioning and heat in a temperature controlled environment. 
• You are guaranteed 3 meals and usually 2 snacks during the week.  Sometimes on the weekends, it might be 3 meals and possibly 1 snack. 
• You have your very own bedroom…. all to yourself.  Not even the purr things here go into your room unless you invite them in.
• You have your own television, DVD and Netflix account in your very own bedroom.
• You get mommy/piggy time on the sofa in the front room watching television.
• You get piggy massages and rub downs.
• You have your very own piggy toys.
• You have your very own pet – Bashful.  He should keep you company now on the weekends when mom and dad have date night.
• AND, you have your very own computer with internet access.

Needless to say Bacon, we think here at the Hotel Thompson you need to re-evaluate your issues with us.  It seems to the management, that you have it made my friend.  I don’t believe other piggies that live in nature have it made like you do.  But, if you have anymore complaints, please feel free to write.

Sincerely,

Management – Hotel Thompson

 

Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon,

I need some help.  I experience a lot of road rage when I’m driving these days.  Any suggestions?  Signed Mad Cat

Dear Mad Cat,

First of all let’s just start with, what the heck are you thinking?  Step away from the back of the wheel.  That might be the problem in itself.  You should not be driving my furry little animal.  Leave that crazy behavior to the humans.  Step away!

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Dear Bacon,

Just to show you, you’re not the only little four legged animal to be surfing the net.  I’m forever doing it myself while the missus sits on the couch behind me watching television.  Man, we can learn a lot from that internet, can’t we?  Signed Dog in Charge

Dear Dog in Charge,

You got that right my friend.  The internet is huge.  Some of the things I find are unreal!  I’m glad to see you computer savy.  I may have to get you to write an article for my blog!

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Dear Bacon,

The humans – they are so funny… well they think they are.  The master put this watermelon on my head and then called me a melon head.  I don’t get it.  Do you?  Signed Melon Head

Dear Melon Head,

I don’t get the saying but I do get the watermelon.  I love me some watermelon.  They can put it on my little head but it won’t stay there that long.  I will eat that watermelon rind in about 3 minutes flat!  Yum – Yum!

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Dear Bacon,

As you know, when we find that comfy spot – we go for it.  This is how the master found me.  But I was good.   Really, I was.  Signed Contortionist Pooch

Dear Contortionist Pooch,

WOW – that is quite the pretzel sleep look you got going there.  I’m all about getting into that one position that makes the Sandman come but that takes the top spot.  I don’t really have that kind of flexibility with you know my pot belly and everything.  You actually might have a career in the circus with the way that you can bend. 

It kind of makes me hurt just looking at that position.

 

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Dear Bacon,

You know how they say people wear their hearts on their sleeves?  Well, I wear mine on my hind quarters.  What do you think?  Signed Love

Dear Love,

I have to admit I snorted and giggled.  That was funny my friend.  That is quite the birthmark you have there.  I think it’s kind of cute.  I like it my friend!  Wear it with pride.

 

Dear Management at the Hotel Thompson

Dear Management of the Hotel Thompson,

It is with great sadness that I feel the need to write this letter.  Room service and snacks have been a great disappointment on the weekends.  It seems to me that the entire weekend service has gone down.  During the week, I have no issues.  It is strictly on schedule and you know how I am about my little piggy routine.  On the other hand, the weekends seem to have no routine.

I’m fine with breakfast being late.  Heck, we all like to sleep in a little on the weekends.  However, it seems that with a late breakfast, there is no room service of a mid morning snack.  The shock of that!  My little piggy system can’t take a missed meal.  With this rate, I’m going to shrivel up to nothing soon. 

And with weekends, I’m suppose to get a lot of piggy/mommy time.  What’s up with leaving this pig all alone for a couple of hours?  Am I going to have to report this establishment to PFACS (Pig Family and Children Services).  I don’t think I’m old enough to be left all alone.  What if something happens?  My hooves don’t help me when I need to push buttons on the telephone.  Maybe you need to get me a lifeline medical alert just in case something happens and I need to push a button.  What if I fall and can’t get up? 

Also, what’s up with this manual pig labor on Sundays?  I’m being made to help ‘clean’ my room.  I thought that was what turn down service was all about.  I actually have to pull my blanket to the laundry room to be washed.  The horrors of that.  That’s free piggy labor.  I don’t even get an allowance or anything. 

Please management of the Hotel Thompson, can you please address these issues and take them to heart.  Just make a few changes?

Signed, You’re well behaved pig – you’re favorite pet – you’re baby, Bacon