Do I need to even add words to this posting? My beloved Gold Fish are back. Those delightful cheesy fish are all mine… mine – mine – mine – mine.
Do you understand with the size of the box why I was worried when mom put me on Gold Fish restriction? I just knew daddy would get into my stash and eat all of my wonderful fishies. If he did, I would have to pop him on the nose and tell him, “Bad daddy!”
Pardon me now… I have a date with some orange fish and I don’t want to keep them waiting. Snorts and oinks my friends! Thank you so much this week for your support!
Hello my friends. I do hope that your week has been amazing. Mine has been full of love and fun and food and adventures here at the Hotel Thompson. Pirate Chicken number three has made an appearance and been given a great play all week long. I’m happy or is unhappy to report that his squeak still works. He may have to walk the plank a couple of more times before that subsides. Barks! What? It’s what I do.
This picture was taken this week by mommy. I’ve been fighting for a lot of lap time this week. Mommy was able to snap this picture when I had just awakened from a comfortable nap all covered up on her.
Don’t let the pink shirt fool you. Manly men are starting to wear pink now. And between me and you – I think I make this pink shirt. What do you think?
Now without further ado, let’s give daddy his five minutes in the limelight – barks with puppy laughter!
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.
Do I need to even add words to this posting? My beloved Gold Fish are back. Those delightful cheesy fish are all mine… mine – mine – mine – mine.
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