Friends – if you have hosted my sweet little innocent Bashful (I know – that’s definitely a stretch – snorts with piggy laughter), you know have a badge that you can proudly display on your blog. My brother Phenny across the pond had his dad make this awesome badge. Isn’t it great?! So please, proudly display this badge if you have hosted my little tyke ❤
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Dear friends – guess what?! My pet rock Bashful is off again to new adventures of the unknown. Can you believe that?
He was only back home for less than a week! Now, he’s off somewhere new – somewhere we only know – snorts with piggy laughter.
Where or where will that little rock land?
Guess who came home from visiting my brother Phenny in France?! That would be Bashful, my pet rock. Squeals! Some of the stories he told – oh my piggy heavens. He had such a blast visiting Phenny – and getting in trouble and spending some time on his time out rug – snorts with piggy laughter. He arrived Thursday night here at the Hotel Thompson with some wonderful gifts that kept him company on his way home.
And of course, he brought home a friend! Meet Brittany who is a little bit of rock and roll – all the way from France. Let me tell you friends, she has a voice on her and has been singing non-stop. I need to be careful with this one. The next thing I’ll know is she will be starting her own Rock Group here at the Hotel Thompson with some pebble back up singers.
So everyone – let’s welcome Brittany to the blogs and my growing rock collection. ❤
And huge THANK YOU for Phenny and his staff for hosting my little tyke Bashful. Thanks so much brother!!
Oh friends – be sure to check out brother Phenny’s latest escapades with Bashful. Boy, I wish the store was open on their adventure – I’m hungry! XOXO – Bacon
WITH BASHFUL AND DA PHENNY…
guess what? on sunday Bashful and me felt howly somehow… so we decided to go to a monastery…
…butt furst we walked through a forest…
… there were so much new smells to discover and my nose had an all you can smell party…
….there were peemails written by a fox… it said ring-ding-ding… and wa-papapapa-pow… makes no sense to me…
…then my dad disappeared from the photo, because he stepped in a hole, the only one in that whole forest and then he was huffy, because the mama laughed at him…
…but Bashful had mercy and invited the wounded warrior for a short rest…
… while we pondered if we should call an ambulance or Lassie&Benji…
…fortunately my dad is a
mollycoddle trooper, he needed no amputation nor a cast …
…and so we waddled on and followed the arrows to da abbey…
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The other night, mom/dad took Bashful out for some Mexican food. They like to call that his “Going Away” Party. He gobbled down his two hard shelled beef taco’s and then flirted with all of the staff talking about his adventures. The places my rock has been! The restaurant even told hi Bon Voyage to his next trip. Heck, I wished we had signed Bashful up for Skymiles. Just think of the miles we could have accumulated over the years.
But at last, mom took him to the ‘airport’ this morning and sent him off on his next adventure. Where will he land? What will he do? What will he eat? Where will he roll? And the most important question – Who will he be visiting?
Just what did Bashful do his last day in NOLA? Check it out my sweet friends. XOXO – Bacon
Late last week, my human mommy helped my rockin’ friend Bashful pack his bags and head home after an eventful stay in my hometown of New Orleans. He had quite a visit. Between a Pelicans basketball game, gumbo and brass bands, and laundry and red beans and rice, it seems Bashful was always on the go with my humans . . . and he was always eating. He may need some new clothes (one size up) when he gets home. Before Bashful traveled back to Bacon and the Hotel Thompson, I got to spend a very special day with my new little friend.
We were up bright and early last Wednesday and in the car for a road trip. Bashful called shotgun.
Before I knew it (maybe because I slept for most of the trip), Bashful and I had arrived at our destination: the Small Animal Clinic of…
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Oh friends – guess what? This is the magical box and guess what is in the magical box? Yep, nods head. You are right. Bashful was sent off at the end of last week. To where? Of course, my piggy mouth is shut. I know where of course but I’ve been promised to keep my lips shut until Bashful gets to his destination.
So where in the world is Bashful? Could he be south? Could he be north? Could he be east? What about west? Where could that little rock to next? And what adventures will be awaiting him? Will he meet any more rocks? What will he bringing with him?
Who is out there waiting for his arrival? We shall see soon my friends – stay tuned!
Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –
Keeping my paws on the nuts of the world!
Who could ask for a better day? The first Sunday of August is always Friendship Day. Isn’t that a wonderful day to celebrate? What is better than friends – whether they come in the human form or the animal form. Friends are always there with us in good times and in bad times, to share special moments in our lives. Sometimes all it takes is just a smile, holding a hand, a hug or just an ear or shoulder to cry on.
Friendship Day should be celebrated by phone, in person or by reaching out in an email or blog. You don’t have to live next door to show someone how much you care. Express your friendship in some way today and show the ones that you love what they mean to you.
NOTE FROM PIGLOVE –
We here at the Hotel Thompson would like to tell all of our friends here how much we love and appreciate them. You put up with our silliness, our sometimes seriousness (although it doesn’t happen often) and our whack-o ways. We started Piglove as an outlet to share memories of Bacon… a cute little miniature pot bellied pig. This blog has grown so much to include Hemi the purr thing, Houdini the Yorkie as well as Journalist Rocky the Squirrel and the rock clan.
You have helped me to personally grow and do something that I love, to write and make people laugh. I would like to take this time on Friendship Day and tell each and everyone of you – Thank You for being our friends. We cherish our times, our talks, our emails and phone calls. We cherish your ‘go with this’ attitude when we come up with something whacky and new. You can never imagine how much your friendship means to us. Here’s to another year of great posting, inter-action with our friends and much laughter – Bacon’s humans
Oh friends – here’s another adventure that my little tyke Bashful had while he was home here at the Hotel Thompson in the past couple of weeks. We had quite a few people call and ask to go out with Bashful while he was home – we had a schedule of events – this is one of them.
Some friends wanted to meet at our local Red Lobster restaurant for a meet and greet. When we finally got seated, our table section had a blue light over it and mom *had* to take a picture.
Daddy said that it should be fine as long as it wasn’t in a ‘red light’ district. Shaking piggy head. I didn’t get that joke but apparently mom did and she snorted. I wonder where she gets that from?
So everyone huddled around our table looking at and discussing the menu options. Of course, Bashful was right there in the middle of it all putting in his two cents of what he wanted to eat – you might as well just ordered one of everything – snorts.
Bashful was really excited about going to Red Lobster. He told me that he has fallen in love with seafood of any kind… a long with all kinds of other food. What can I say? The little bloke likes to eat. I wonder where he gets that from? Shakes head wondering.
Well, don’t you know the first thing Bashful did was jump on one of Red Lobster’s famous cheesy garlic biscuits. They were hot and straight from the oven. Mom told him to blow on it first because she didn’t want him burning his tongue. Bashful told mom that some of his ancestors can withstand heat so he was fine jumping right in the biscuit and eating his way out.
Then daddy had ordered some Clam Chowder. And guess who had to take a chunky dunk into it to eat his way out? Yep, shaking head. You guessed it – Bashful. I tell you for a small tyke, that rock can eat! He said it was delicious. Dad said he thought it was good but the only thing he got to taste was one single potato. Thanks Bashful for sharing – snorts with piggy laughter.
Then, it was time to order the main entrees. Now during this time at Red Lobster, they had their shrimp special taking place – it was all you can eat Shrimp. One of mom/dad’s favorite times of the year for this particular restaurant. Mommy couldn’t wait to taste her food. She ordered succulent Shrimp Scampi – look at the size of those shrimp, fried shrimp and french fries well done.
Doesn’t that plate look awesome? I have to admit it. I licked mom’s iPhone when I saw the picture. And I also have to admit that Bashful, of course, jumped right on mom’s plate and started gobbling like he had never eaten before. I tell you my friends. If I ate like that little guy, this little oinker would be 400 pounds! But thank goodness it was all you can eat so mom could get some more since Bashful ate it all. And hey you know what? They brought me home a piggy bag – happy dance – shake your butt – happy dance. Hope you enjoyed this little adventure with my guy.
This past weekend, mom/dad took Bashful for a visit to our local Kroger where he got his flu shot and a general look over. We had to make sure he was prepared for the winter, for the flu and for his next adventure. He took it very well and not one time did he cry during the shot. Special thanks to April our pharmacist who assisted with Bashful. She even held his hand while she did it.
Afterwards, April checked him out to make sure he was okay, spoke with him for a few minutes and answered any of his questions he had. I think Bashful even told April where his next destination was – but don’t worry April is not telling.
Will it be somewhere warm? Cold? Tropical? Sandy? Who knows where that little tyke of mine will land. But I can tell you this. Hopefully, he will be there in time to celebrate the holidays with his host family. That I’m keeping my hooves crossed to make sure. So host family if you are reading this, you might want to make some extra food. Bashful LOVES to eat. I wonder where he gets that from? Snorts!