Now I know exactly how to hide my bananas here at the Hotel Thompson. Disguise them as cucumbers! Daddy won’t touch cucumbers. He’s the culprit.
Mommy buys *me* bananas but when I turn my back, daddy is eating them. And you know what, he won’t share like mommy. I don’t get it. He has everything else in the house in the big ice box to eat. Can he please leave my bananas alone? Please?
Mommy calls me her monkey boy sometimes because I love bananas so much. Can you do me a favor friends, can you tell my daddy that these are really made for this little oinker and not the human daddy? Please – can you help a pig out?
Saturday is usually a good day for me. Saturday is the day that if mom is going to go to the market, it happens this day. She went this weekend. She *always* brings me back something good to eat. This week was no different.
Her and dad bring all of these grocery bags into the kitchen. I get to watch as they put everything up. After everything is put away, mom usually takes my things and cuts everything up. This is where me, the sous chef, comes in to play 🙂 She will give me tasty little morsels to try. And trust me, they are so good!
After she cuts everything up (usually carrots, celery, watermelon or some other fruit and my salad mix), she will fix me a bowl as a snack. Today’s menu consisted of grapes, Goldfish and watermelon rind. Good thing mom’s dad doesn’t have a garden anymore. I would be in hog heaven!
Mom and dad let me eat on my food carpet in the front room. So in this picture don’t fear the “dirty carpet”, it’s my feed placemat. They pick it up and wash it every week. As you can see, I am chomping down on that watermelon rind. Mom took this picture of me in mid chomp. I usually will eat what I like the most first. Of course, it was the rind. I couldn’t get enough of it. You bite into it and the watermelon juice actually squirts inside of your mouth. That’s my favorite part.
I guess you can say I’m a little spoiled. Not a lot – just a little. What do you think?
Mom finally got it right with this t-shirt. I’m the angel. Beats last week shirt doesn’t it saying I’m mom’s trouble maker. I mean, what’s up with her, right? This shirt is much better. I am an angel. A soft lovable cuddly angel that can absolutely do not harm. Quit laughing. I can hear you all the way here at the Hotel Thompson. You’re suppose to back me on these things. Barks with puppy laughter. Hope you have a great weekend friends! Now I leave you with Jokes with Daddy. Enjoy!
As some of you know, I have a love/hate relationship with my daddy. I mean he loves me and I love him but it’s nothing like the love me and mom share. Can you relate? We tolerate – yeah that’s a good word – tolerate each other. He takes care of me during the day and I like to think I take care of him during the day too.
Well, this weekend we were outside playing around. I was down in the yard of the magical back yard and he was with me with mommy up on the deck. Just for a moment, deviled ham came out in me.
I tried to hide him back inside of me… you know sweet bacon. But, it just wasn’t going to happen. Sigh – deviled ham came out full force. I looked at daddy and all I could see was a target. I know I shouldn’t but it happened. I stomped my hooves, ran around the magical back yard and at full force slammed into daddy who was kneeling over weeding. For a big ex football player, he fell hard with a good thump. Maybe that’s because he wasn’t expecting me… you think? Then that old meanie deviled ham did something terrible. He grabbed daddy’s pant legs and started pulling. I thought for a minute deviled ham was going to pull off daddy’s pants in the backyard.
But then, daddy did the strangest thing. He said really loud, “Safe word is pineapple – PINEAPPLE”. He kept repeating pineapple. Shakes piggy head. Can you believe that? Even when deviled ham is trying to play, daddy still thinks of food. And mom says my mind is a one track way with food. Snorts.
With daddy screaming pineapple and deviled ham snorting, this got mom’s attention on the deck. Mom said those words that everyone hates to hear. The full name – shivers. She yelled out, “Bacon Porkchop Thompson, you get up here NOW”. Oh snap. That’s right – deviled ham snapped right out of my inner body and sweet bacon came out pronto. I stopped, put my tail between my legs and slowly stomped up the board to the deck. Man, I was in trouble. The full name followed by NOW.
I got up on the deck and mom fussed at me. I mean really fussed. What was I thinking? I can’t play rough like that, etc. I tried to tell her it was deviled ham. She didn’t have any of it. She sent me to my bedroom… you know pay the time for the crime. Shucks… it was all in good fun.
But, I went to my room. I hope mommy fed daddy some pineapple. He seemed like he really wanted some. And don’t worry, dad wasn’t hurt. He thought it was kind of fun too. We made apologies later in the day and all is good now.
But you see, that deviled ham is evil. Do you have a deviled ham?
My dear friends – I can let Bashful think that he is the only one with swag these days. In prepping for Christmas, I’m going to wear this head clip ALL.DAY.LONG. Hey, I’m sweet. I’m loveable. I’m cuddly. Who Wants to Kiss the Bacon First?
Now I know exactly how to hide my bananas here at the Hotel Thompson. Disguise them as cucumbers! Daddy won’t touch cucumbers. He’s the culprit.
Mommy buys *me* bananas but when I turn my back, daddy is eating them. And you know what, he won’t share like mommy. I don’t get it. He has everything else in the house in the big ice box to eat. Can he please leave my bananas alone? Please?
Mommy calls me her little monkey boy sometimes because I love bananas so much. Can you do me a favor friends, can you tell my daddy that these are really made for this little oinker and not the human daddy? Please – can you help a pig out?
This is a very important date to remember all of the lost animals that didn’t find their forever homes. Each year, animals are euthanized because they are unwanted.
Today, let’s light a candle and keep it going to remember them. It takes all of us to do our part in making sure animals get as much love as they need and find their forever parents. Did you adopt your current anipal into their forever home or did they adopt YOU? Maybe today, lean a paw at your local shelter and/or make a donation to help.
Hold your babies tight today and say a little prayer my friends. Continue the light and be their voice! It takes all of us doing our part. Thanks my friends!
At night, I run around the house when mom gets home from the worky place. Last night was an exceptional fun time. After dinner and washing the dishes, mom prepped my food for the next two weeks. This is *always* a fun time for me. I get to be her sous chef while she works with my food. 🙂 You don’t want to miss this quality mommy piggy time!
She starts off washing my seedless grapes. Those things are sinfully delicious. She pats them dry and sometimes one or two may fall on the floor right in front of me. Funny how that happens. She pulls all of the magnificent grapes off of their stems, puts them in one of my containers and puts it in the magical food box. Last night, one of them rolled under the kitchen table. Mom was laughing because all she could see was my little butt shaking in the air trying to go for the grape. I’m glad I was such amusement for her.
Then mom preps my carrots. Mom says that I *must* have been a bunny in a former life because I LOVE my carrots. They are also scrumptious. She cuts all of them in tiny matchbox sticks and puts them in my giant ziplock baggie. Of course, I get to try some, you know for quality purposes. These also go in the magical food box.
Then mom does my salad mix. I’ve never seen such huge heads of lettuce before. She cuts it all up in tiny bite size pieces and puts it in two of my giant ziplock bags. And, of course, for quality purposes I get to try some. I have to make sure that it tastes good, right? Again, this goes in the magic food box.
Lastly, mom fixes my favorite… okay all of them are my favorites. My favorite though is the personal size watermelon. Thud. I really do love me some watermelon – from the juice, the melon and the rind. They are divine. She cuts all of my melon up, including the rind, and puts it in two of my canisters. I of course get to try it… for quality assurance. I did see dad in there last night trying it as well for quality assurance. See, everyone wins during prep night. She puts this in the big magic food box and she’s done for the next two weeks.
Of course, I eat other things as well but these are all snack and supplements to my piggy chow. There is the occasional apple mom cuts up for me. And then there is popcorn night! Who doesn’t like popcorn night? I can hear that corn popping on the stove all the way in my bedroom. I’ll come running down the hall to get to the kitchen on popcorn night.
After all of this quality assurance during prep night, I disappeared while mom was cleaning the kitchen. She finally found me though. I was curled up hiding in my blankie on the couch. My belly was so nice and warm… and full.
To say that us animals control and walk all over the humans here at the Hotel Thompson is kind of an understatement. Over the weekend, we all snuggled into the king size Select Comfort bed. Hemi slept ‘with’ daddy. Their setting is 100 – ha! Me, Houdini and mom kind of like it a little softer. Our setting is a 50. You gotta love the Select Comfort!
Notice Hemi’s position on TOP of daddy. This is how he beds down. Personally I think Hemi believes that daddy is his mattress. He sleeps like this all of the time. He often will reach his paw out and touch daddy on the face. Sometimes, he will drift over for some mommy loving but we all know that Hemi is daddy’s little boy just like I’m mommy’s boy. Humans are not the only ones that pick favorites – us animals do as well. But to us, it’s a little different. We know who we can wrap around our hooves and paws – 🙂 Would we do that?
And you didn’t think that Hemi sleeps like this? Just check out this bottom picture. The proof is in the picture. He’s actually comfortable. Touching dad’s face, his eyes closed and dreaming of chasing Journalist Rocky the Squirrel in the backyard.
But I have to ask you this – look at that paw?! Do you understand what I mean now when I tell you it hurts when he slaps this little oinker on the fanny? Piggy snorting with laughter!
My dear friends – get in line now. In prepping for Christmas, I’m going to wear this head clip ALL.DAY.LONG. Hey, I’m sweet. I’m loveable. I’m cuddly. Who Wants to Kiss the Bacon First?
Miniature pot bellied pig and friends - Bacon, Houdini, Hemi and all of the Rock Clan with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel all out looking for adventures from the Hotel Thompson.
THAT’s IT!
I tried to hide him back inside of me… you know sweet bacon. But, it just wasn’t going to happen. Sigh – deviled ham came out full force. I looked at daddy and all I could see was a target. I know I shouldn’t but it happened. I stomped my hooves, ran around the magical back yard and at full force slammed into daddy who was kneeling over weeding. For a big ex football player, he fell hard with a good thump. Maybe that’s because he wasn’t expecting me… you think? Then that old meanie deviled ham did something terrible. He grabbed daddy’s pant legs and started pulling. I thought for a minute deviled ham was going to pull off daddy’s pants in the backyard.
Piglove 