It Wasn’t Me… This Time

  Every once in a while, I get a story that I just *have* to pass along.  This is one of those times.  It is way too funny for sure.  Many of you know that my cousin Sherlock Bones lives in Chicago, Illinois.  Sherlock Bones is 5 – like me – and he’s a Basset Hound.  Awesome cousin for sure!  

Mom is sitting on the couch last night watching television and she gets a text from her sister, my Aunt Tina.  Mom reads it and then starts laughing.  So of course you know all of us anipals have to go up to mom and ask her what’s so funny.

Aunt Tina bought a pizza for the family last night, put it way back on the kitchen counter and went for a quick run through the neighborhood.  My cousin Maverick had went to the bathroom to wash up and was going to eat when he was finished.  In the meantime, guess who smelled the pizza?  If you said Sherlock Bones, we have a winner!

Somehow Sherlock learned how to reach further back on the kitchen counter and helped himself to some dinner.

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In just a short time span, Sherlock Bones ate 8 boneless wings and three slices of pizza.

He then proceeded to stash three more slices of pizza in the sofa.  You know so he could have a midnight snack.  The dog has skills.

I’m thinking that one day when I grow up I can try to be like him… looks down at my miniature pot-belly and short legs, okay maybe not.

After his dinner, he stretched out on the sofa belly up full from his adventure.

Texts went back/forth between mom and Aunt Tina – all full of sarcasm and fun.  Then Aunt Tina sent the final picture of Sherlock Holmes laying on the sofa all sad.  Why was he sad?  Because he spent a solid ten minutes looking for his ‘stashed’ pizza in the sofa and couldn’t find them.  He could smell them but they were gone.  Aunt Tina had found them and removed them from the sofa.

I guess Sherlock Bones was so heartbroken.

 

 

 

 

TRAVEL TUESDAY

Oh friends – are you wondering what Bashful is up to with Da Phenny? Check it out! XOXO – Bacon

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WITH BASHFUL AND DA PHENNY….

Guess what we did? We drove to da beach… that was the surprise the mama had for me …

sorry that’s blurry but there were 87 noseprints on the car window… and that was too much for the phone, although it’s operated by windows too..weird,huh?

…we visited St. Brieuc, that’s the capital city of Côtes-d’Armor… although it looks a little exotic… they have a completely different weather there, the people wore t-shirts and had nekked stilts while the staff was wrapped in their siberian-survival-outfit.

…we furst passed the harbor…

…and another harbor  what was the same just from the other side, because my dad was LOST IN FRANCE like always…

…butt suddenly…

omd omd is that the ocean?

howly s…. Bashful look, look the ocean!

….oh wow I can not see the end of that big pond… and stones have the best eyes… or…

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Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – Dude, you have never experienced life until you stretch out in a hammock and just relax the day away.  In fact, I think your humans should buy you a piggy hammock.  I bet you would enjoy it.  Signed Swinger

Dear Swinger – WOW – you do look really comfy there my friend.  I’m thinking that this Spring/Summer here at the Hotel Thompson, mom/dad might just need to get me a hammock for my magical backyard.  They can put it on the back deck so I can over look new discoveries.

Thanks for the heads up my friend.  Keep on swinging!

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Dear Bacon – I think I partied way too much during the Super Bowl game.  I remember eating some snacks.  I remember chugging some beer after playing beer pong.  That’s it.  Afterwards, the next morning I woke up with a cold one still in my paws.  Shaking my doggy head – I gotta quit partying like this.  Signed Born to be Wild

Dear Born to be Wild – Dude, when you stop remembering your actions from the night before, it’s way past time to stop drinking.  Just be lucky you didn’t wake up with someone else in your bed.  Oh my – can you imagine that?  Shaking my piggy head.  Safety first my friend.

You might need to reach out to DAA (Doggy Alcoholics Anonymous).  I’m sure they can help you.

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Dear Bacon – OMD OMD OMD.  Sometimes this little red light laser thingy gets the cats going on here at my crib.  But tonight, that crazy red light kept popping up on the ceiling in my kitchen.  I couldn’t have that unidentified red light breaching my food.  So I did what any dog would do, I jumped up at it to catch and destroy the red light.  I must have caught it because it went away.  Have you ever seen this red light?  Signed White Dogs Can Jump

Dear White Dogs Can Jump – Look at you my friend!  I’d say you took care of that red dot.  I’ve seen it before too here at the Hotel Thompson.  It’s very mysterious when it shows up and then disappears for what seems like weeks.  Do you think it’s an alien trying to impersonate us anipals?  It’s so weird!

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Dear Bacon –  A gal can only take so much from her man.  Mr. Endless Nagging kept going on and on about such nonsense – I couldn’t take it anymore and lost myself in the moment.  I don’t think he will bother me for a while – do you?  Signed That’ll Teach You

Dear That’ll Teach You – Heck woman – it taught me not to nag you – snorts with piggy laughter.  Whatever happened to if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all?  Cause, trust me your man needs to learn that little tidbit of information.  And hey – you got a great right by the looks of it.

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