Daily Archives: 11/29/2016

Dear Bacon

 Dear Bacon – The elections are finally over here in the United States.  It was a roller coaster ride of a lifetime for sure!  I’m thinking that this no experience thing for jobs is a thing of the past with our current state of affairs now.  Therefore, I’ve come to the conclusion that an anipal needs to be in the White House.  Not as a so called ‘pet’ but as someone that can bring harmony and human affairs back to the forelight.  In saying that, I would like to apply for Secretary of State.  I think I have what it takes to make the world smile and come together as one again.  And hey, look at my picture.  I think I look good behind that podium too.  What do you think?  Do you want to start my campaign now?  Signed Leeza Dice, Your Next Secretary of State

Dear Leeze Dice – I think you have just about as much chance as anyone else.  And I agree with you.  No experience has no place anymore.  I think you could make a mark for all of us anipals in the world that all we need is love – pure and simple.  I would definitely back your plan and vote for you.  I’m off to write a letter now on your behalf and send it to Trump Towers.

 Dear Bacon – Some of my bro’s might think this is not a grand look but I’m here to tell you that they are wrong!  With this cut that I just got from my doggy hairdresser, I am styling and making the world MINE.  I mean who else can pull off this look?  I’ve got the short hair on my back to keep me fast running like a jaguar and the cute bob on top to show I’m a stud.  You wait and see – this look is going to break the internet and you have me to thank for it.  Va-va-va-voom!  Signed Party Player

Dear Party Player – I do admit my friend that not everyone can pull off that look.  Nope.  Not at all.  You are so rocking it and I do believe we will see others trying to pull it off.  I imagine the girls are knocking your door down to get a date with you.  Stay happy my friend!

 Dear Bacon – I am not impressed.  Every since this mutt has come to live with us, he has not slowed down.  He is bouncing off the walls, barking at everything that moves and pretty much just being a nuisance to me.  He has interrupted one too many of my power naps here at my crib.  I’m thinking that trapping him in the bathroom or a bedroom far, far away from me might be for the best… or for his survival.  What do you think?  He’s looking over my shoulder again isn’t he?  Signed Blanco

Dear Blanco – I know only too well of your personal dilemma  my friend.  I have my own barky thing here at the Hotel Thompson that doesn’t know how to shut his pie hole.  All day long… all night long… the only time he is quiet is when he is eating or sleeping, which is not often enough for me.  I find that sometimes I can give him one of his toys for destruction.  That can keep him busy for hours.  Perhaps you need to try this with your pain in the butt… I mean brother.

 Dear Bacon –  The fountain of youth!  I have found this magical fountain in my backyard.  Okay, maybe it’s not my backyard but two doors down the street to the left and behind the big oak tree.  A yard is a yard and it’s all mine for the taking, right?  This magical water makes me feel young again – so powerful and magnificent.  It has to have some powerful magic in it for sure.  Do you have such a glorious fountain?  Signed Sweets

Dear Sweets – Oh my!  I can’t say that I have such a magical fountain in my hood.  Maybe that’s because I can’t leave the magical confinements of my wondrous backyard.  I mean it would be nice to be able to roam the hud several houses down and to the right where these awesome smells come from but I really don’t have a choice in that matter.  So if you have any of that water to spare in your magical fountain, please send me some.  I could go for feeling younger for sure!

Dear Bacon – I’m a firm believer that you should dress for success.  Every morning I get up, dress, eat my Cheerios like you and prepare myself for the day.  You never know who might show up at your house during the day.  You know like the mailman, the UPS driver, the President or your Nana.  I gotta look my best for visitors, right?  Do you ever dress up anymore?  I know I’ve seen you in a shirt or two over the years.  Snorts and Oinks out, Peter

Dear Peter – I think you look totally awesome my friend.  Not all of us pigs can pull off a tie but you do it brilliantly!  Once upon a time,  I did dress as well.  But these days, some of us don’t have too anymore because they are just fine the way they are by letting their inward pig out.  And also I think that the little guy here Houdini does better in the dressing department for sure.  You carry on my friend and keep styling!

❤ Remember friends – Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU.  Please continue to email me your pictures and letters  ❤


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Bacon’s Show and Tell

Bacon’s Show and Tell

This month we are sharing embarrassing stories from Thanksgiving or other family dinners.  I’m sure that we have a lot of material to pick from with the Thanksgiving holiday just taking place.

I’m letting mom take this one from a story from way back in the day – take it away mom!

Many, many years ago we attended a family Thanksgiving get together.  There was snack food, drinks and then the main meal to be served several hours later when everyone arrived.   Me and the hub unit arrived and socialized with family members we had not seen in years.  This was way back in the day during the times that the hub actually had vision.  We got separated at one time and met up at the snack table.  With drink in hand, I was headed to this fabulous looking shrimp platter.  That’s when the hub unit grabbed my hand and guided me away to a quiet corner.  Now I’m thinking, “That’s what I’m talking about, let’s get a little kissy-kissy.”  Boy, was I wrong.

He went in for what I thought was a kiss but instead of a peck, he whispered in my ear.  Might I say there was not enough adult beverage that night to help me from practically rolling around on the floor laughing.  He told me that one of the children (and yes he named names) had been camping out at the shrimp platter.  This child was told not to touch anything.. so he didn’t of course with his hands.  He proceeded to lick all of the shrimp on one side of the platter.  No wonder the platter was still full.  About the same time that Jim told me this, the host saw what was happening.  But the child was right.  He didn’t ‘touch’ the shrimp – laughs.  And Jim did tell the host – all of this happened within minutes but seemed to have been frozen in time.


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