Bashful is HOME!

Squeals with piggy excitement.  My son Bashful made it home last night from his latest field trip adventure.  We were so excited that we celebrated to the wee hours talking about his adventures at the nest with Evil Squirrel.  Lord help us,

I think he got an education in his travels this time.  His cute little smile doesn’t always get him out of his troubles.  And yes… he still slightly smelled of skunk gas.

He rambled on about his adventures and said that he was hungry.  So mom/dad took him out for pizza to get the 411 on some of the behind the scenes happenings that took place.  O.M.P.  Shaking my piggy head.  Sometimes what happens at the evil squirrel’s nest, stays at the evil squirrel’s nest.  That’s all I can say my friends.

BUT on the other hoof, I need to introduce you to the latest member of the Rock Clan here at the Hotel Thompson.  May I so introduce you to Sparkles.  Isn’t she pretty?  She has now taken residency on our fine rock couch in our living room.  It must have been a rough plane ride home because she left a pile of sparkles in the box.  But all is well now and she is fitting right in.

So my friends, please join us in saying hello to Sparkles.

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And the Hotel Thompson wants to say thank you so much to  Evil Squirrel. for hosting our little guy in his latest adventure.  He had such a blast – and you were worried!  Snorts with piggy laughter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

31 Days of Spook – Headless Ghost, Spirit and Swamp Sightings

Welcome back my fellow spooky friends.  Today, hold someone tight – these are true stories from not too far from the Hotel Thompson.

  A HEADLESS GHOST

An Okefenokee area ghost tradition, this one dating to the 1930s, owes its existence to the railroad. A man fishing along the tracks at Henson Creek, near Manor, fell asleep one night with the rails as his pillow. A train appeared, sounding its whistle frantically, but there was no response. Steel wheels kept on rolling, and the fisher person was high landered.

Now for a twist. The legend is that the body can be seen walking the rails at night swinging a phantom lantern in search of its head. Kevin Dial claims that his grandfather went in search of the “shade” one night. Sure enough, it approached, solid white and six feet tall, walking directly toward Gramps, who fired a futile shot before fleeing.

GHOST SPIRIT SIGHTINGS

A log cabin on Okefenokee’s East Side by an area called Camp Cornelia on Trail Ridge is where this haunting took place in the early 1990′s. A former Refuge volunteer, who resided in the cabin, reported strange visitations of Spirits. The Spirits were Native American Indians in full regalia. These spirits were not aware of the walls and boundaries of the cabin, but seemed attached to the land the cabin was on. They seemingly went about their daily tribal existence without concern.

SPECTRES OF THE SWAMP SIGHTING

This one was reported in January 1998 on Trail Ridge, the ancient geological feature which makes up the eastern boundary of the swamp. A traveler on vacation and hiking near the boardwalk area was surprised by the sound of drums in the distant piney woods. Native American spectres carrying objects and walking swiftly in a single file line were sighted off in the distance heading south on the ridge. The vacationer did not linger long to watch the procession. He reported no sense of hostility, but felt uneasy as if he was seeing something he should not be observing.

 

 

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Shout out to our friends from Okefenokee – special hello’s to Steve, Jo and their black cat Tequila.  They gave me special permission to use their stories and pictures from the Okefenokee Pastimes Inc.

 

Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – Julia Child – nope.  Emeril – nope.  Bobby Flay – nope.  I’m the original Chef Wolf Dog Gang. Since graduating from the CICC (Culinary Institution of Canine Cooking), I can’t stay out of the kitchen.  Not only can I bring home the bacon (sorry pal) but I can cook it up in the pan.  Friends in the hood come from all over to taste some of my creations.  You can often find me shopping in gardens around the house and coming up with such masterpieces as Hot Dog Casserole, Mutt Balls with Brown Rice, Doggy Lasagna and Chicken Backlash.  They are all must haves and I hope to market them soon.  When I get my cooking channel up, I would love for you to be my first guest.  Signed Chef Wolf Dog Gang

Dear Chef Wolf Dog Gang – That is totally awesome that you picked up a hobby that is also a career.  You know what they say about if you enjoy and love your job, you will never work a day in your life.  Keep up the great work and hey can  you send me some Mutt Balls with Brown Rice?  That sounds fantastic!  Oh and I would love to be your first guest as long as well you know… I’m a guest and not the guest of the meal if you know what I mean – snorts.

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 Dear Bacon – Really?  You think you have strange humans that go out unattended and get in trouble?  Mine don’t need to go out at all to get in trouble.  I hope they do realize that this means war in making me look like an idiot.  I think I will strategically place this beak somewhere on my master when he sleeps tonight… perhaps even pulling on the elastic for a certain gotcha is called for.  What do you think?  Signed Chick

Dear Chick – Oh My Piggy Heavens!  Shakes oinker head.  Yes my friend.  I agree wholeheartedly that you do need some payback on this choice of ‘fun’ from your humans.  What were they thinking?  And yes, a pop of the elastic should go far.  Maybe even follow that up with a little something-something in one of their shoes.  I’m just sayin’.  Stay safe my friend.

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Dear Bacon – My humans are wickedly bad at this torture.  They really are.  There we were watching some superheros on our television.  I was minding my own business and just enjoying the company on the couch.  My dad said that all superheros need a mask.  He was eating a sandwich so well you can see what he did.  Why?  That’s all I really need to say, right?  Why?  Signed Masked Bandit

Dear Masked Bandit – Oh my friend.  You have to give your dad something on creativity.  And you have to admit that it is pretty cute.  No one would ever guess that’s you behind the bread.  Nope not at all!

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Dear Bacon – It’s not bad enough that I have to wear the cone of shame.  Oh no.  I should have known something was up when my human dad wanted to hold me for a second.  I could feel him doing something to my cone of shame but didn’t know what.  That is until I met up with the mirror and saw his creation.  Really dad?  Perhaps I should get you a cone of shame?  Signed Bat Cat

Dear Bat Cat – I have to admit it my friend but that cone of shame is priceless.  How many other purr things do you know that can say their cone of shame was made just for them.  I say wear it with pride and hey give your human daddy some slack.  His creativity could make you ‘the cat’ of the neighborhood.  Give it a test and see what I mean.  Others will be so jealous!

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Due to Halloween, we are repeating some of our more hilarious letters.  Hope you enjoy my sweet friends❤