Do you ever wonder just how attached I am to my mommy? You ever wonder what I do around the Hotel Thompson? Basically, I snuggle and hang out with my mommy. That’s right. I said it – *my* mommy – snorts. Daddy tries to come over to our snug fest at times. I have to set him straight that this is my mommy-piggy snuggle time. He’s not invited to this party on our couch. He gets me all during the day while mommy is at the worky place. This is mine and mom’s special time. Ya’ll can relate, right?
Yes his name is Bashful and he is an addict – snorts. XOXO – Bacon
OH WOW – Bashful has the dance called the Wobble down fully! He’s been watching me dancing in the bedroom again! XOXO – Bacon
Count Baconula is back my friends! Thank you so much for the overwhelming results of my poll on bringing back 31 Days of Spook next October 2014. I had such a ball with it this year! A suggestion was made by Easy at http://easyweimaraner.wordpress.com/ to maybe come up with a spook once a month. Me and the humans discussed it and what do you know – they agreed. Thanks Easy!
It was further discussed what day could we do a spook posting. Mom immediately said the 13th – I mean isn’t that the best day of the month? Evil 13th – snorts.
So, today I bring you Bacons Tales of Terror – my first edition on the 13th. I hope you enjoy it my friends.
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Today I’m going to talk about things that go bump in the night here at the Hotel Thompson. This is a true story – I’ve actually heard it myself. The first time it happened was about a year ago. Mom, dad, the purr things and I were all sitting in the living room and it was early afternoon. It was storming outside and the electricity had just went off. The living room was dark, the rain was hitting the windows and you could hear the clapping of the thunder that was shaking our house.
Everyone is accounted for and out of the blue we heard a squeak. It wasn’t a mouse or a toy. We don’t have squeaky toys because someone – looks around innocently – likes to chew the toy until the squeak comes out and dies. Therefore, we don’t keep anything ‘squeaky’ in the house because it might be a 
choking hazard for one of us anipals. It was loud. We couldn’t figure out where it came from. And we all heard it because we anipals jumped on the floor to search for it. It sounded like it was right in the room with us. It was strange to say the least. Shortly after, the electricity came back on at the house. Weird but we wrote it off.
Then about six months later, it was late at night and we were all camped out in mom/dad’s bedroom on their bed. It was quiet, there was no television on and mom/dad were just talking. We heard it again. And again it sounded like it was right in the room with us. The same before – a loud squeak – and all of us anipals jumped up from a sleep position to standing up on the bed wondering where it came from. We were mystified.
It’s happened twice now. I’m not sure what it is or where it is coming from but it’s there. It doesn’t sound like a ‘squeaky toy’ per say. It doesn’t sound like one of us anipals “squeaking”. It doesn’t sound like a mouse “squeaking” – it would be a huge mouse if it was my friends! It happens quick and we never know when. Both times it was towards nightfall, one time was a storm outside. It’s just one weird sounding squeak and it seems to be in the room where we all are at the time.
Makes you wonder. Do you have strange sounds in your home? Things that go bump in the night that you can’t figure out?
Piglove 