Welcome my friends to October – we all know what that means. It’s time for Bacon’s Spooktoberfest! A month full of things that go bump in the middle of the night. The strange noises that vibrate through the house. The kind of eerie creepiness that settles in that you just want to run to your room and hide under your bed… Shivers. I almost scared myself. So friends stay tuned to my blog for excitement. This year, we are doing things a little different. We are writing a continuous story for 31 days of Bacon’s Spooktoberfest. So if you miss a day, you can catch up. Have a fun and scary month sweet friends.
And don’t worry, you can always hold my hoof.
Mom/dad got up early this morning and left the Hotel Thompson holding a box. They’ve had this makeshift looking box with them every since they got home. I don’t know what’s in it but it must be liquid gold. They said they would be back shortly. Translation – they are going shopping and then eating and then whenever they land, they land. Snorts with piggy laughter.
Uh-oh. I hear ringing. Shakes my piggy head. Mom/dad must be out of their minds. Check out our new telephone here.
What does it mean it knows who I am? Gulps. Help me.
10/10/2018 at 1:19 am
I am not so sure that Halloween is for you, little Bacon … you behave as if you were at maximum six (in human years) – not like the grown up oinker you think you are.
10/10/2018 at 1:25 am
bro, no worries… they know who you are? fine, then they know where they have to deliver the strawberries and watermelons… ;O)
Xena and Lucy
10/10/2018 at 9:25 am
Good grief, just when I thought things were getting better (safer)…
10/10/2018 at 2:15 pm
I don’t think any help will be coming through the phone.