Yesterday on Labor Day, mom proclaimed it a no electronic gadget kind of day. That meant no iPhones, no IPads, no laptops and no computers. We actually had to converse with each other face to face.
Have you tried to live life without any of those glorious gadgets for one day?! It’s the pits! We couldn’t check the television guide because it’s on mom’s iPhone. She allowed me 15 minutes to post my Happy Labor Day post yesterday and that was it. I was cut off after that. I couldn’t talk to any of my cyber friends. Do you know how hard that was?! I was shaking with withdrawals by noon. And poor daddy. He couldn’t play any of his Angry Bird games on the iPad. It was not good. We were all wanting to reach out for these devices. Even the purr things with whatever they have been up to lately were wanting to get on the laptop. They couldn’t and they were complaining big time to mom but she wouldn’t cave.
At 1:00pm, mom went into the kitchen and started pulling things out of the big ice box. I followed her because well you know there wasn’t anything else to do. The next thing you knew, dad was in there too. Mommy said we were going to cook out as in the great outdoors in my magical backyard. What?! Go outside and eat… with nature? Mom, you’re taking this way too far!
So we all went outside in my magical backyard. Mom and dad worked with the grill and after a while some amazing smells starting happening. I walked around the back yard – my hooves even touched the grass and it was okay. Okay because the grass had just been cut. Even mom’s hooves were touching the grass when she was playing with me. It was kind of… cool. And you know what? It was kind of fun rooting around with my snout. Let’s not go crazy and say I want to do it everyday but it was kind of fun. It wasn’t too hot and it smelled good out in nature…. of course the smell coming from the grill helped a lot. We all even ate on the deck. That’s right. I said all. Mom and dad were slipping me bites here/there of chips and little pieces of steak. I even had some potato salad. Afterwards, me and mom played tag in the yard. I would chase her and then she would chase me. She said that she needed the exercise after eating.
After a withdrawal kind of morning from electronics, the day didn’t end all too bad. We actually had a wonderful time together face to face without gadgets and emails or texts. I would highly recommend it every once in a while – just don’t tell mom I said that. I can’t let her know she’s right all of the time, right?
But there was ONE down side to being off of the computer yesterday. I missed a very important date – my friend Easy had a birthday and turned four! How many times do you turn four and I missed it? I know mom turns 30 every year but it just seems different with us anipals you know. So Easy, I hope you can forgive this little oinker and his blunder. This is from the deepest parts of my piggy heart – HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FRIEND!
And please friends – go tell Easy over at http://easyweimaraner.wordpress.com/ happy birthday.
Tags: adventure, animal, appreciation, bacon, cat, comedy, computer, cook out, cute, daddy, easy, eating out, electronics, entertainment, Food, freedom, Friends, fun, funny, grilling, growing up, happy, Happy Birthday, Holiday, http://easyweimaraner.wordpress.com/, humor, iPad, iphone, Labor day, laptop, Love, miniature pot bellied pig, Mom, mommy, no gadgets, pet, pets, pig, play, playful, priceless, smart, spoiled, trouble, Weekend
Hey, I’m just trying to help out here around the house. The humans said I don’t pull my weight. That’s all I’m doing – trying to help out with the everyday chores. I thought I would help out with dinner. I’m sure it will taste like chicken – evil bark. Signed Chef Boy Ring Dog
Dear Chef Boy Ring Dog,
Step away from the stove my friend. Purr things are not made for eating. They are made for loving. Trust me, they do not taste like chicken. I’ve licked our purr things here at the Hotel Thompson. They taste nothing like chicken. Not even good. You don’t want any of that. Go find you some kibbles. Now that’s a meal.
I know you have a lot of horsey friends. Can I be your friend to? I think we have some similar markings. I’m hoping that you can help me out with a problem I have. Am I a black horse with white spots or am I a white horse with black spots? Signed Confucius Spots
Dear Confucius Spots,
I would love to be your friend! I’m so touched that you asked. As for your problem. Does it really matter? All that *does* matter is that you know you are beautiful either way. I mean that from the heart – You are stunning – just stunning my new friend.
What can I say, I’m a thrill seeker. Anything to get my heart pumping, I just LOVE to do. I know it drives Old McDonald over the edge here at the farm. I can’t help it though. Don’t you just love the excitement? Signed Evil Cowknivel
Dear Evil Cowknivel,
My friend, there is excitement and then there is excitement. Personally, I find it exciting just walking to the front room from my bedroom without getting the wrath of Hemi slapping my hind quarters. But, each to their own ways. Try not to give Old McDonald a heart attack in some of your activities. And heck, if you are going to take a risk, start charging admission so at least you can help the farm out. You know? Carry on my friend.
I’m trying to ‘bulk’ up. My friends say I’m skinny and scrawny. Do you think it’s working? Signed Squirt
Oh little guy, give it some time. You will grow into all of that fur. You don’t need to lift weights to do that. And tell your friends to quit bullying you. There is no room for bullying in this time and age – NONE WHATSOEVER. You are just fine the way you are.
Who says that skateboarding is just for guys and the humans. If I want to burn the roads up, why can’t I? Everyone says it’s just a guy sport. Why? Who makes up these rules? Chicks rule – we should make up the rules, right? Signed Atonia Hawk
Dear Atonia Hawk,
I’m not arguing with that, really I’m not. I’ve seen my human mom do some amazing guy things. I say if you are good at, then practice makes perfect. Don’t take any flack – show them whatcha got my furry friend!
Remember Friends – Keep sending your pictures/questions to me at Baconthompson@gmail.com
Tags: adventure, animal, appreciation, bacon, bedroom, black, bullying, cats, chef, chick, chores, comedy, confucius, cooking, cow, cute, Dear Abby, Dear Bacon, entertainment, errands, Evil Knievel, Food, freedom, Friends, front room, fun, funny, growing up, happy, Hemi, home, horse, Hotel Thompson, humor, kibbles, kitten, lifting weights, Love, miniature pot bellied pig, mommy, pet, pets, pig, play, playful, priceless, purr things, rules, smart, spoiled, squirts, Tony Hawk, trouble, white