So when you are snowed in during the great Snowmageddon, what do you do? The rock clan decided to go outside and attempt to make snowballs and snowmen – rolls piggy eyes. They can go for it. Snow is cold – snorts. I stayed inside and doctored mom with her back. Me and dad made a nice fire and we camped out on the sofa with mom’s heating pad.
So they all galloped outside with the camera and made a small snowman. You can see it barely on the top part of their picture. And all of the rocks decided to go out – Bashful, Manny, Princess Coralena, Virginia, Benedict and Rockelle.
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Poor Virginia is in the upper left hand side. It looks like she almost got covered and snowed in – snorts. And do you see who is siding up all cozy together – Rockelle and Benedict. Could love be in the air… or is that snow?
I’m also glad to report that Snowmageddon in Atlanta seems to be clearing up a bit. It was tough going for a couple of days here. The snow hit us hard and I’ll be the first to admit it that we don’t do snow very well. First off, we just don’t get it that often if ever. But when we do, we shut down – literally. There were people that got stuck in traffic with the snow and ice on highways downtown. They were in their cars for hours before giving up and trying to get him by alternate ways. Then there were schools that had to keep children overnight because they couldn’t get them home in the snow and ice.
Yep, it’s been a tough couple of days here. But it looks like things are turning around. Mommy finally gets to go back to the worky place tomorrow. I hate that because I sure have enjoyed her being home with me. That’s for sure.
OMP (oh my pig!) Look at these tracks. They are Bigfoot tracks. No really they are. Look at the size of them. You can’t really tell from the picture but they are as big as daddy’s feet. That’s like HUGE, right?
Here’s the scoop. Daddy went outside yesterday morning to check out things with this snowmageddon here in the south. Snow was still everywhere. He saw something in the snow that looked weird so he called mom – AKA Hopalong right now with her back out – snorts.
She came outside to see what was going on. These tracks went across the front of the porch and then off to the side going towards the street. Really big foot prints. They looked really unique.
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So mom got some close up pictures of the unique foot print. Is it a dog print? Is it a cat print? I think it looks like Bigfoot – you? Someone needs to call the BFRO (Bigfoot Research Research Organization). Get Matt Moneymaker on the line. He needs to come south to my neck of the woods for an investigation. Cryptologists need to start circling the house STAT.
You have any thoughts on this print? Have you ever seen anything like this before? Any trackers out there?
Help? There’s no way this little oinker is going outside with this huge creature on the loose. No way. What if he kidnapped me? What if he took me away from the Hotel Thompson. I can’t live without my computer – or my television – or my mom and dad – or well you know the comforts in life.
Every once in a while, I just can’t sleep at night. I’m not sure what it is. Mr. Sandman skips the Hotel Thompson and we’re all stuck watching television and playing on the computers until wee early in the morning hours. Which isn’t bad for the weekend but during a week night, it hits mommy kind of hard.
Last night was one of those nights. None of us could sleep. We all got back up and started watching info commercials on the television and surfing the net. I’ll tell you something. Mom/dad came across a video and was laughing so hard at 3AM that I thought the neighbors were going to call the police department on us for sure.
I’m not sure what language the song is being sung but it’s cute and catchy. What had mom/dad laughing was the video. I don’t get it. Mom watched the video first and almost fell off the sofa laughing. Hey, she nearly knocked me on the floor and I was sitting right beside her. Then she had to show it to daddy who started laughing as well. Heck, I think those pesky purr things were laughing too. I don’t know what the big deal was all about. Daddy asked mom, “Who does that remind you of?” Everyone turned and looked at me. What? I don’t get it. You?
Well that’s what mom and dad says. Remember yesterday when I was talking about us possibly getting snow? Well it happened. Which is really out of the ordinary because we just don’t get it hardly ever here in the South.
I guess my snow dance helped. I’m surprised and in awe. I did go out into my magical back yard. I learned several things about me and snow in the back yard yesterday.
First off in the great words of my cousin Savannah, snow is cold. No let me say that in another way. Snow is really cold. My hooves got cold. My snout got cold. I was cold.
Second off, snow is wet and messy. I got wet all over. Even my under carriage got cold and wet Why do you ask? Short legs + deep snow = wet pot belly. I didn’t know I could squeal that high.
That brings me to my third revelation about snow. Snow combined with wet and cold is slippery – especially on cold hooves. I would like to say mom took pictures. She didn’t. Go ahead and ask me why. I’m glad you asked. Because mom also slid and fell on her butt. In the snow. In the wet. In the cold. It’s a good thing she had padding back there.
And you know what else me and mom learned? I could go down my ramp to the yard but not back up. Why not? Because it was slippery. So mom had to (a) chase me – snorts. Why make it easy for her? I was still laughing at her falling. Then (b) she had to pick me up. After falling and hurting her back and hip. PLOL (piggy laughing out loud). Then (c) mom had to carry me up the deck.
So what did we learn from out adventure on the cold wet snow? I’m spoiled. And I’m strictly and inside piggy. Snorts.
I got this forecast for today off of dad’s iPad. Do you see that funny looking thing below 10AM-2PM? That little flurry looking thingy? It’s called snow. That’s right S.N.O.W. *They* are saying that we are going to get snow today. Here. In Georgia. In the South.
Perhaps my desire to meet snow up front and personal will come true. I’m not sure. I keep looking out the front door. Nothing yet. Not a flake. Not a drop of rain. Nothing.
The purr things here, Hemi and Mouse Girl, say it’s no big deal. I’m sure it’s not for them. I on the other hand, just wants to see it one time. The cold. The wet. Taste the snowflakes – I’ll make sure they’re not yellow – snorts. Just once to see the white stuff.
If this is all a big tease, I’m going to write a heated letter to *they*. You know who you are.
I’m off now to do a snow dance. I’m not sure what that calls for but I’m going to do something. I’ll keep you posted my friends. Wish me luck.
This is my new bed that I got for my birthday. I freaking love it! No one messes with me when I’m sitting on top of it. I wonder why? Signed BatCat
Dear BatCat,
I like it! I think it is so you. So very awesome my friend. I think my humans need to find me something as interesting for me to take a nap on in the living room.
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Dear Bacon,
The wife – she fell asleep on me. I have no feelings in my arm. And you know what, I will not move until she wakes. That’s how much I love her. Signed Lovesters
Dear Lovesters,
That my friend is love and so very sweet. I do know what you mean. Sometimes I have fallen asleep while mom is holding me and she does the same. She will hold me while I sleep for hours. It’s a great feeling. You two lovebirds have an awesome year!
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Dear Bacon,
Consider yourself lucky that you are a guy. It’s hard looking this good every day. Just doing my hair takes a lifetime. All you have to do is throw a cap on and go. I only wish! There’s shampooing, conditioner, gel, blowdry – oh the list could go on! Signed Marilyn
Dear Marilyn,
I hear you my pet. It may take you a while to get ready but let me tell you in two words what the results are – HUBBA HUBBA! But even without all of that, you are a natural beauty and I would be very proud wondering the streets with you on my side!
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Dear Bacon,
This is what happens when grandma comes for a visit. This lipstick is hard to get off. Can you relate? Signed Kissed
Dear Kissed,
Snorts my friend. Grandma just LOVES her little granddog. There’s no harm in that. What’s a little soap and water with all of that loving you just got? I’m all for it. Enjoy it to the fullest my friend.
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Dear Bacon,
My humans are just ridiculous. That’s it bottom line. They got me this delicious snack treat and took my picture. This was actually on our Christmas cards this year. Pig, you gotta help me. I feel so stupid. Signed Lips
Dear Lips,
I’m sorry my friend. I read your question and then looked at your picture. For some reason, all I can think about is Mick Jagger. I’m not sure what the connection is – the ears maybe? Snorticles. You see, humans do things that they think are funny. Our jobs are to make them laugh and smile. You fulfilled your job. They love you pooch – enjoy it!
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Remember friends to send your questions/pictures to me at baconthompson@gmail.com
Bashful sweet Bashful finally made in home to the Hotel Thompson this weekend. He came riding in on his skateboard that he got for Christmas at Misaki’s. He was tired, had jetlag and had a LOT of explaining to do on his travels back home. I let him get some sleep but told him we needed answers.
Over breakfast this morning, he told us that he had an awesome time with Misaki and family. He spoke of fun playing cards, riding his skateboard down some ramps, getting some beer and seeing some sights. He also said it rained a lot more there than here in south Georgia – snorts. He has memories that he will never forget and so much fun!
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And he brought home some gifts.
A piggy coaster that reads, “The best way to behave is to misbehave”; some seaside rock candy in the star (really delicious!); some Percy Pig candies (I can’t get enough of these!); a wonderful keychain to remind me of my travels and a pink piggy tote bag.
Thank you Misaki so very much for the treats, the kindness of hosting my Bashful and showing him a great time. I think he even came home with the cutest little accent! I am so jealous of it. He has definitely gotten the rock girls heads turning here at the Hotel Thompson with that accent – snorts.
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AND, Bashful came home with a friend. Misaki said he was “sweet but slightly dim”. I think they got into great trouble traveling together on the way home. It could account for his interview with Rolling Stone magazine – snorts.
May I present to you the newest member of our rock clan – Benedict Cumberock.
Take a close look at this box of Little Debbie Apple Delights. Mom brought them home from the market this morning. See anything that looks familiar with the front of the box? I had to point it out to mommy. Doesn’t the “Apple Delights” look very similar to my snout? Exactly!
Little Debbie, if you are reading and listening, I love me some Apple Delights.
Daddy was goofing off with his iPad and found this picture of a banana wearing a hat. Yep, of all of the things daddy could be looking at, he was looking at bananas. Strange human he is.
He thought this banana was the cutest thing well since me – snorts. I just shook my piggy head and walked away. Walked away that is until I heard him ask mommy, “Hey, we got any nanners in the house?”
Okay, so I redirected my walk back towards daddy. I mean hey, he’s discussing *my* “nanners” as he calls them. What did he want with them? I know he’s not going to eat one.
Yep, you guessed it. The rocket scientist wanted to play with my food to make said banana hat. WTP (what the pig!) I get in trouble when I play with my food and mom is going to let him? I watched slightly intrigued as to how long this was going to take before he gave up and gave me my banana.
After twenty minutes – rolls piggy eyes – dad did accomplish a somewhat crooked nothing like what this picture looked like of the banana wearing a hat. WOW. Amazing dad. Really. Way to go.
Life can be hard – really hard. With as much crime that is going around, I fear for mom/dad in their safety. I’ve done a LOT of research on this and found the perfect southern home security system. I saw an advertisement on the internet that was perfect. And it has to work, right? I mean everything on the internet is true – snorts.
So, friends fear no more. This is the perfect plan that was posted.
Go to Goodwill and buy a pair of size 14-16 men’s work boots.
Place said pair of work boots on your front porch along with a copy of the Guns & Ammo magazine.
Put four giant dog dishes next to the boots and magazine.
Leave a note on your door that reads:
Bubba,
Me and Marcel, Donnie Ray and Jimmy Earl went for more ammo and beer. Be back in an hour. Don’t mess with the pit bulls. They got the mailman this morning and messed him up bad. I don’t think Killer took part but it was hard to tell from all of the blood. Anyway, I locked all four of ’em in the house. Better wait outside. Be right back.
Miniature pot bellied pig and friends - Bacon, Houdini, Hemi and all of the Rock Clan with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel all out looking for adventures from the Hotel Thompson.
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