My Surprise is Revealed – Our Newest Member at the Hotel Thompson

Do you remember the post I did on March 4, 2013 stating that I wanted a pet too.  (You can find the post here at https://piglove.wordpress.com/2013/03/04/i-want-a-pet-too/ )  I mean, really everyone else in the house has someone to love and cuddle and I want that too.  I want to have something I can take care of and play with that’s all mine.  It makes sense, doesn’t it?  Mom has me.  Daddy has Princess Mouse Girl.  Hemi has us all.  Who do I have – tears.

Well, all of that ended last night – jumps for joy and wags tail fiercely.  After my posting on wanting a pet, I surfed the net high and low for a couple of days searching for something to be mine.   I sent an email from my own email address of BaconThompson@gmail.com to a company called Rockin the Box Productions. 

I told them who I was, shared my post of wanting a pet and inquired if they would be willing to donate me a pet all my own.  A couple of days later, mom got a reply from Drew with the company.  Drew felt the compassion to make this little piggy’s dream come true!  He got the details from mom and then the wait began.

Yesterday, the mail carrier came to the door with this box addressed to me!  I’ve gotten mail before but never a box.  Daddy showed it to me but told me I had to wait until mommy got home to open it.  During my 3:00PM call to mommy, I kept snorting and touching the box with my nose telling her all about it.  I was so excited!  And of course, I was on extra good behavior with daddy because of my package. 

Finally mom came home – it was the longest afternoon of my entire piggy life!  She made me eat dinner first and told me that afterwards we would open the box together. 

Finally, the time came.  She would pull the tape out a bit and I would take my snout and mouth pulling the tape off.  It was tiring but I was so excited to see the contents of what was inside of the brown box.

Then the box was open – faint!  Oh my goodness – I started running around the front room.  It was alive!  Notice the holes in the box.  That’s for air so my new pet could breathe.  I was rubbing up against mom’s legs because I couldn’t wait to see my new friend.  But according to the colorful box,  we had to read the instructions first to make sure we took good care of my new baby.  Mom helped with the reading of the booklet.  

 

 

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Page 1 – Instruction Book for The Pet Rock

Because you know it is very, VERY important in taking care of your pet.  All pets should come with instructions…. and perhaps some humans too. 

I’m very thankful that the company sent this.  I’m a first pet kind of piggy.  I need to make sure that I do things right so my new friend will live as long as I do.  I mean, I want him to be happy with me.  I don’t want him to feel like he has to run away from the Hotel Thompson or anything.  That would be sad. 

I’m so grateful that the company left me their email and everything.  You know just in case.  I have a piggytrician on call for my needs.  My new pet has a rockatrician – so that’s great!  Just in case he gets sick or something.

So my pet rock’s birthday will be the date that I received in the mail… that’s going to be March 18, 2013.

While my pet was still in the box, me and mom stopped and sung it happy birthday.  I swear, I think I saw the box move.  It was so touching!

 

This was the hardest thing.  Me, mom and dad all put on our thinking hats and thought about a name that would be so fitting, so on the spot.  I want him to be a good listener so this was very important.  We decided to keep reading so that we could fully focus on a name before putting him to bed for the night.

I think I’m going to teach my pet two languages so that it can be bilingual.  I’m thinking human and pig.  That way it will know what I’m saying and what mommy is saying.  Mom agreed to this and thought it was a fantastic ideal.

   I’m hoping that my pet rock behaves just like me – always good – snort – don’t laugh!  I can see you. But if not, I’ve been raised by the best parents so I really hope that passes down in the way I raise my pet.  Hopefully, he won’t be bad too much.  And notice that I gave my pet a ‘he’ gender.  I think having girl pet rock would be weird.  I’m mostly at the age still that I think they have cooties.  Except for mom.  Mom doesn’t have cooties.  And dad said absolutely no girls in my room alone right now so it’s going to be a boy.

 

This is great news to know!  I want to make sure that my pet rock gets plenty of exercise.  I don’t want it to become a couch rock and getting fat.  That would be terrible.  It has to be able to keep up with me, especially when I run through the halls at the Hotel Thompson. 

And, thank goodness – this wonderful company Rockntheboxproductions sent me a leash for my new love.

 

So finally, all of these instructions were behind us.  It was time to finally take my new pet out of the box.  I had been sitting on the couch beside mom with patience wondering to myself what it looked like.  What color would it be.  What shape would it be.  Would it be small.  Would it even like me?

I looked at the box.  Mom looked at the box.  And still I swear I thought the box move. 

Then mom opened the box and we both peaked in.  I was instantly in love.  It looked just like me!!  It couldn’t have been a better fix.  I stuck my snout in the box and I swear it hugged me and said I love you.  My very own pet!!

Mom put us in my room for some bonding time.  It was a little shy at first but starting talking to me.  He said he felt so lucky to be with someone who loves him – aaww touches my little heart.  Now I know what it feels like to be a parent. 

 

I welcomed him into my life and we sat down some ground rules.  He’s a little quiet and I’m sure that will pass.  He does mind awfully well though.  He knows how to sit.  He knows how to be quiet and listen.  We came back into the living room and I introduced him to everyone in the house – mom, dad, Hemi and Princess Mouse Girl.  He even played with daddy – daddy taught him how to play dead.  We thought that was so funny!

So, I decided to name my new friend Bashful!  I thought the name was so fitting.  I can’t wait to take him places and show him off.  I think you are going to see a lot of him in my posts in the future!

Mr. Drew I am so excited about my new friend.  I could never thank you enough!! Hogs and Kisses – Bacon