Bathrooms

Here lately, it seems like there is always a controversy going on what seems like daily on bathrooms.  They tell you now that you can go into the bathroom that you relate to – can you see any problems coming from that?  We are all for equal rights here at the Hotel Thompson but sometimes you have to draw a line somewhere.  But recently, mom/dad found the coolest bathroom sign at a restaurant.  They found it so comical, they had to get a picture of it to share.  I think this covers everything – you think?  Snorts with piggy laughter.

 

Cow Kitty Space Travel?

  So mom was in the kitchen messing around the other day.  Something caught her attention in my magical backyard.  She went over to the window and then started oohing and aahhing like a crazy woman.  She went and grabbed her camera because she said she had to take pictures.

Of what me and dad kept asking her. She kept telling us, “I’ll tell you in a minute.  This is so cool!”  We kept at her though – what is so cool.  Please share your discovery.  It is *my* magical backyard and nothing and no one should be in it… except for maybe Journalist Rocky the Squirrel and perhaps my Bigfoot – but that’s stories for another day – snorts.

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Finally I put down my hoof and demanded begged for an answer – who or what was in my backyard.  That’s when she said two words – Cow Kitty.  What?!  Cow Kitty from Canada?  You know Cow Kitty that visits my friends Shoko and Kali from Canadian Cats.

How in the world could Cow Kitty get all the way down here in Georgia?  Was there a mysterious space travel?  Did Cow Kitty come via a space ship?  Oh my – look at the resemblance to Cow Kitty.  What do you think – how did Cow Kitty get here in MY magical backyard?  So weird.  I’m off to ponder this for a bit and think about space travel now.

 

Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – All of these young gals cramming the local Starbucks in search of the perfect cup of Java. Who says that us dogs can’t appreciate this too?  I dressed up and walked into our local Starbucks – no one could tell the difference.  I had my hair did, my scarf and my doggy Uggs.  I ordered my double shot of Mocha and told them my name was Nicki with an “I”.  Can YOU tell the difference?  Signed Nicki

Oh Nicki – that is hilarious!  I absolutely love it and see no difference in you ordering your favorite cup compared to anyone else around here my friend.  I say sit back and enjoy that cup – you so deserve it!

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Dear Bacon – There I was playing with my favorite toy like I do all of the time – I love this toy!  That’s when things turned bad very quickly.  It attacked my face.  I can’t get it off.  I’m so glad the human found time FIRST to take a picture, don’t you?  Help please.  Signed Alien

Dear Alien – Snorts!  I’m laughing with you my friend – really.  I’ve seen this kind of contraption around here at the Hotel Thompson with Houdini playing with it.  I look don’t look forward to it when it attacks him – I can see it now “Toys Gone Wild”.

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Dear Bacon – What?  Don’t all households look like this at the end of the day with two strapping lads playing hard?  I mean what else are we to do when the humans are gone all day long without us?  So we play hard.  Signed Dos Destructives

Dear Dos Destructives – Snorts!  I’ve seen the Hotel Thompson look like that in two hours with a 6 pound Yorkie my friends.  Does it happen – yes.  All the time – um no.  I say you two did a fine job that day.  I’m sure your humans were greatly impressed… or not.  Maybe next time, clean up before they get home.

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 Dear Bacon – What out for me okay.  I know the staff keep this treats for me in this cabinet.  I just know it.  I’m going to take a peek while you watch out.  Give me a sign if you see them coming into the kitchen okay.  Signed Tip Toe

Dear Tip Toe – I think it’s the cabinet to the left of the one you are in… well it is here at the Hotel Thompson.  Let me ask you this though my friend.  Once you get the container, how will you open it?  Nods head – I see the lights coming on now on your face.  Maybe give it to the barky thing (if you have one) to play with for a while.  They are amazing at opening things.  Then you can blame it all on them.  I’m just sayin’.  Double snorts!

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Dear Bacon – Shaking my head in disgust.  The human was getting dressed and dropped this contraption on the floor.  I picked it up and got snagged myself.  Why do these things happen to me?  Signed Busted

Dear Busted – You poor thing my friend.  Sometimes it’s not good if it fits you must sits kind of situations.  I say plea to your human as soon as possible to get untangled in your weave of despair.  Good luck!

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Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – Hey there.  Our names are Chill and Squeal.  We are pleased to meet you piggy.  We would love to meet you one day and have some fun. It sounds like we have a lot in common – play, eating, hiding, eating, rolling around, eating, hibernating until Spring, eating.  See, don’t you think?  And don’t worry about Chill’s sharp teeth in his picture.  He doesn’t use them much.  Signed Chill and Squeal

Dear Chill and Squeal – Well don’t ya’ll look like hospitality charm.  I say if you are in the area, check me out.  I’m all for new adventures – especially when eating is involved.  Perhaps we can give the purr things here a run for their money.  Just sayin’.  And what cute little sweaters – adorable!

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Dear Bacon -ssshh – don’t say a word.  We are playing hide and go seek from the purr things.  I think we found *the* spot.  We have been under here for almost two hours and the purr things haven’t even been in the room.  Awesome huh?  Signed Hide and Seek

Dear Hide and Seek –  Playing with the purr things, huh?  First let me commend you on your hiding spot.  It is most excellent indeed.  Secondly let me tell you something about pesky purr things.  They put you up to hide – are you ready for this? – to get ricd of you.  And to think, they succeeded for two hours in not having you around.  My friends, this calls for payback.  Go hide their kitty boxes.  I dare say *that* would be the ultimate pay back in hide and seek.  And maybe that would teach them not to mess with the dogs!.

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 Dear Bacon –  There is nothing to do in the winter weather except crawl up in front of the fireplace, don some glasses and read the great American novel.  Here I am reading about Rin-Tin-Tin.  It’s a great read full of adventures that we just can’t do in these cold months ourselves.  What’s your favorite thing to do in the cold months?  Signed Sir Chomps

Dear Sir Chomps –  Awesome my friend.  Reading is a great way to pass the time and live in another place for a while.  These cold months can be so awful and cold.  My favorite thing in the winter is being wrapped in my king sized Egyptian cotton sheet and dreaming of days of warmth and fun in the Spring.  It’s a great way to stay warm..

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Dear Bacon – You talk about your piggy bed all of the time.  I just wanted to show you mine.  Here I am chilling in the morning after the staff have went to work.  It’s my favorite part of the day.  A great nap followed by a snack following by another nap before the people get home.  You like?  Signed Dog in a Bed

Dear Dog in a Bed –  Hey, you are *MY* kind of friend.  I love me some sleep somewhere comfy and warm.  I say go for it!  And your routine ROCKS!  One can never have too many naps or snacks.

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Dear Bacon – I just had *that* surgery where the aliens came down and kidnapped my best friends if you know what I mean.  The only great thing is they sent me home all drugged… which I highly recommend.  Thank goodness I read about this procedure from when your Houdini had his so I knew what to expect from the alien invasion.  Dude, those little green guys can be vicious can’t they?  Signed I’m a Happy Dog

Dear I’m a Happy Dog –  Happy huh?  I know that’s the medicine talking pal.  Just think in a couple of days, the aliens will have erased all of this pain and discomfort from your mind.  Until then, enjoy the drugs 🙂

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Tough Times at the Hotel Thompson

 Hello my dear friends.  I hope you had a wonderful Christmas holiday.  It was wonderful here at the Hotel Thompson.  I think it was one of the best we’ve had in several years that I can remember.  What?  I’m only four – snorts.

We had some things to overcome the week of Christmas – one being mom being ill and then there was Houdini.  Cute poor little guy.  The picture to the left is one that was taken on the way to invasion of aliens procedure… well that’s what daddy calls it anyway – snorts.  He looks so pitiful doesn’t he?  He had no clue.  Now personally I don’t remember the invasion of the alien procedure but I have the scars to show for it.  Mine was done so early in my life – at three weeks.  Unbelievable huh?  Hoo-Hoo waited until six MONTHS for his procedure.  Anyway, I don’t remember mine and mom and dad so that’s a good thing.

Mom and dad dropped off the little guy at 8:00 am on Tuesday, December 23, 2014.  Mom was advised that Houdini would be abducted first.  WOW – if anything these aliens are precise huh?  Mom for some reason was a nervous wreck all morning long.  The vet’s office advised she could call around noon to check the status of the alien invasion.  Rolls piggy eyes.  Mommy doesn’t have that kind of patience so of course she called at 11:30AM.  He was in recovery.  The staff advised he was doing fine and mom could pick him up after 4:00PM.  Of course, again you know my mom’s patience level – rolls piggy eyes, she was there at the office at 3:45PM – snorts.

Mom and dad picked him up, got his medicines (he has a pain pill and an antibiotic) and brought him home.  The first he did?  He tried to lick where his alien invasion happened.  I don’t get it.  I don’t remember licking mine – but then again how could I?  My head doesn’t move like that.  Darn not having shoulders per say.

Mom immediately called the doctors office and they told her to put a shirt on him so she did.  Cute huh?  Perhaps she should have went with the shirt that said, “Problem Child”.  Snorts because he was a problem child.  He kept at it and would move his shirt.

Again mom called the vet’s office.  They advised there was the last possibility – the cone of shame.  Thud – now this should be fun.  So mom and dad dropped off Houdini at Nana’s to be watched while they drove as fast as they could in Albert the Smart car to the local pet store to get a cone of shame.

Okay does this picture not look like a sign of ultimate defeat?  I actually even felt sorry for the little guy for a while.  Here he was all drugged up, recovering from surgery and then with the cone of shame.  The first couple of days, he was out of it and so was mom.  Let me tell you about the love of a mom.  Poor Hoo-Hoo, he wasn’t in pain because he was drugged.  But mommy wanted to make sure he was okay.  So what does she do?  She holds him all night long, rocks him to sleep, sings to him and rubs his little back.  All for his comfort so he knows he’s okay.  Can you say aaww?  But that’s my mom.  She’s done the same thing for all of us anipals here at the Hotel Thompson.

Yesterday was the last day of the little guy’s medicines.  I’m not sure who is more glad of that – Houdini or mom – snorts.  I admit he was really good about taking them up until Saturday.  Then he was back to giving mommy a hard time getting those two pills down twice a day.

And don’t think that cone of shame slowed the little guy down.  Not one bit.  By Thursday, he was into EVERYTHING.  He even got stuck up under mom/dad’s bed.  Wearing his cone, he couldn’t get out and he whined so of course mom went on a hunt and find mission.  There he was stuck up underneath a king size bed.  And there was mom, laying on the floor reaching up underneath it trying to get him.  I have to admit it was a hoot of a good time for all of us anipals.  Of course it was.  We *all* tried to help by climbing up and over and all around mom while she was on the floor.  Snorts – it took her about thirty minutes but she got him out.  I wished I had video taped it.

So that’s where we stand right now at the Hotel Thompson.  Houdini still has his cone of shame on and he is healing up nicely.  He will get his stitches out this coming Saturday – which is a good thing.  Then the cone of shame can come off and he can get a good soak in the tub.

 

 

Dear Sammy – Special Edition

Today, we have a very special Dear Bacon issue – it’s called Dear Sammy. My cousin Sammy is going to fill in for me today and do his own edition. Be sure to go visit Sammy when you get a chance and tell him what a great job he did. Thanks cousin!!

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Dear Sammy,

This is what I’m talking about. See, I’m so tough that the big kitties act like I’m not even there. They don’t mess with me, even when I growl at them. Can you control big cats too? Signed Ferocious Kitty

Dear Ferocious Kitty

I think you are obviously handling the big kitty situation at your house just fine. I can tell by the way those big cats are walking right by and NOT looking at you that they are truly intimidated by your presence. They hear your growl of warning and just keep on walking. You are destined for greatness – they already made the “The Lion King” but I’m thinking perhaps you could star in “The Ginger and White King”? Can I be your agent?.

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Dear Sammy,

There’s nothing to see here. Really. I’m just massaging the dogs face. Yep. That’s it. Really. Signed Face Stomper

Dear Face Stomper

I’m not sure if that dog is so drugged up from whatever operation he had that caused him to have to wear the Cone of Shame that he doesn’t FEEL you there or if you truly are performing some kind of facial massage. But he doesn’t seem to mind either way so I say GO FOR IT. I’ve never been *that* close to a woofie before but ‘more power to ya’ is what I say.

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Dear Sammy,
Help. I’ve been mugged. The humans here have such a whacky sense of humor. What am I to do? Signed Puppy Mugged

Dear Puppy Mugged,

If I was in a bar (which I’m not) and I ordered a brewski (which I wouldn’t) and they served me with a mug full of adorable puppy like you, I’d be pretty darn happy (as long as I could train you to meow instead of bark of course). However, I would NOT leave the barmaid a tip. When a guy orders a brewski, he does not expect it to have eyes looking back at him!

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Dear Sammy,
Oh dear Lord. I am not a chia dog. The humans found this get up and took advantage of it. Help. Please. Signed Chi-Chia Dog

Dear Chi-Chia Dog

After I finally stopped laughing, I realized the only way to improve on this outfit would be if your humans had put orange sneakers on your feet… the non-clay-colored feet ruin the effect! I think your humans are si-si-si-silly!

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Dear Sammy,
Look closer. To the left. Down a bit. There you go. Signed #1 Hide and Go Seek

 

Dear #1 Hide and Go Seek

This is totally CUTE… but the more I thought about it the more I realized why it sort of creeped me out too… why? Because it almost looks like your little head is coming OUT of that bear’s belly (think “Alien”)!!! See what I mean? EEEEEEKKKK!!

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