Dear Bacon – Every night I get into my giant bed, cover up and the most amazing thing happens after that. Can you believe that my humans try to get in bed with me? What is up with that? Sometimes, I let them sleep with me – of course on their own side. While other nights, I try to push them off. I mean after all, this is my bed. Signed Kittybed
Dear Kittybed – How dare your humans try to get into your bed. Do they at least make the bed every day for you? I mean heck you know you should be pampered like that. And it is awfully nice of you to let them in your bed every once in a while. I wouldn’t make a habit of it though – snorts.
Dear Bacon – I read last week on Paw Time with Houdini that his football exploded all by itself in the living room of the Hotel Thompson. Oh I can relate to that problem. See, I was sleeping on the sofa and when I woke up my bed had exploded all over the living room floor. Honestly, how do we survive these blow ups? Shaking my head. It’s hard being a dog. Signed Bed Blow Up
Dear Bed Blow Up – WOW! I’m surprised that you survived this blow up my friend. Look at all of that in your living room. I would be screaming your name to make sure you were okay. And perhaps you need to take a sleep study my friend. If you slept through all of that, you might have a sleeping problem for sure. Be safe okay.
Dear Bacon – Help. This barky thing is highly confused here at my crib. See, that’s me on the top of *my* cat tree. Yep, you read that right. CAT tree. Why pray tale is there a mutt on my CAT tree? There is the entire floor for him to lay upon. Get off of my TREE. Any advice to get him down? Signed Cats Rule Dogs Drool
Dear Cats Rule Dogs Drool – What the cream cheese is he doing on your tree? Even I know that a CAT tree is made for purr things and not barky things. No way! I guess you could come down and scratch at him to get him off your tree… maybe some well placed kitty nails will make him think twice about knowing who is really in charge of the tree. Maybe drop a couple of bombs – hey – whatever you need to do my friend… evil snorts.
Dear Bacon – Rolls doggy eyes. I hate this situation my friend You gotta help me. Okay, I admit that I was caught peeing… on the cat. But hey the cat started it. But the cat didn’t get caught – I did. So I had to sit on the sofa and listen to the ‘talk’ from my humans on how not to pee on the cat. Really? Don’t they know that the problems all started with that purr thing being brought into the house? Signed Dog in Trouble
Dear Dog in Trouble – You poor thing. I do relate to this look and almost the same position on the couch. Those darn purr things are always the vain to our existence. I really can say that having the two here at the Hotel Thompson. Don’t worry. I’m sure you will think of an awesome pay back for your beloved purr thing there… call me if you need help.
Dear Bacon – I don’t understand why my humans were all up in a roar. I was hungry. I thought I would fix myself a sandwich. I can do amazing things with my tongue. I think personally they are just jealous. They walked in and caught me in action. Heck, I offered to fix them one too. Signed Hungry Hungry Lizard
Dear Hungry Hungry Lizard – Oh my piggy heavens. Shaking my head my friend. I just don’t understand why your humans didn’t find your gesture overwhelming. Really. What’s a little lizard juice on their sandwich? It’s so unappreciated for sure.
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