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Sunday Brunch

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Daddy is the best.  Yesterday morning, he was craving what he kept referring to as pancakes.  Mom ventured into the kitchen to make magic.  You know I followed.  Mom was humming and beating things together in a pan.  I’m not sure if the humming was on the recipe but it amused me.  Once she got together what she called ‘batter’, she started putting it in a pan.  Oh thud – the smell that was in the kitchen was out of this world.  I kept bugging her for some to taste.  I would go up behind her and nudge the bottom of her foot with my snout.  She kept laughing and said I had to wait.  Wait?  You’re telling a pig to wait?  That’s like telling Mother Nature not to change the seasons – it’s going to happen. 

I saw dad’s plate that she was fixing.  Oh my – there was these clouds of wonder stacking to the sky.  I kept sniffing the air.  I wanted some so bad.  Mom fixed her plate and then she fixed mine.  See how creative she got with a little smiley face for me on my Sesame Street plate.  I thought I was going to explode if she didn’t give it to me soon!

She finally put it on my feed blanket.  Stars almighty!  I went for the so called ‘pancake’ first.  It was fluffy.  It was buttery.  It was light.  And, it was delicious!  I managed to get a couple of more from mom and dad before they started eating.  Dad called mom a Domestic Kitchen Goddess…. I already knew she was.  He suggested that we have pancakes for Sunday brunch every week.  I seconded that idea! 

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Posted by on 08/19/2018 in Bacon

 

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What Does a Pig Yawning Look Like?

I *know* that this is the question you ask yourself on a daily basis – snorts.  Today I’m here to make that question come true.  I’m going to show you what it looks like when a pig – namely moi – yawns.  Yes I yawn.  I get tired too.  Hey, it’s hard work maintaining this pot belly and this establishment here at the Hotel Thompson.  Okay, without further ado, here you go.  A picture of me yawning.

Notice the technique.  Yes there is a technique my friends.  In this picture, I’m on the sofa with mommy watching television.  I have to stretch my front hooves.  Then my nose goes up, my tongue comes out a little and I yawn.  See, I also have a tongue.  Some people have questioned that – snorts.  And in this picture, you might see a little tooth.  Trust me.  There are more than one.  Please excuse the extra jowls – it’s too hot these days to exercise… except for my jaws when I’m eating – double snorts.  

So there you go.  Now you’ve seen everything… a pig yawning 🙂  You’re welcome.  Have a fabulous day my friends! ❤ 

 
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Posted by on 08/12/2018 in Bacon

 

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Saturday Treat

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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?

 
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Posted by on 08/04/2018 in Bacon

 

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I’m an Official Southern Pig – Snort

In some parts of the south, they tell you that your not officially a southern until you’ve had the basics.  The basics could be many things but some of them are collard greens, grits, sweet tea, fried chicken, sweet potato pie, macaroni and cheese and boiled peanuts.  I’ve had several of these things.  It makes sense.  My mom was born and raised in the south.  You know just between you and me they call people like my momma GRITS – Girls Raised in the South.  Snort

Well, let me tell you about one of these things that I absolutely LOVE…boiled peanuts.  Oh goodness – they are simply delicious.  And no, I didn’t have them in a RC Cola and no I didn’t have them on ice cream which is common here.  I had them straight up out of the shell.  mmm.  Boiling them just brings out a different flavor.  First of all, they’re soft so there is no crunch.  You boiled them in seasoned water right over an open flame.  Mom knows a guy that knows a guy that fixes them – LOL.  You break open a shell and juice goes everywhere.  Then you see the tasty little morsel.  You pop it in your mouth and it’s still hot from the flame – SHUT THE FRONT DOOR – the taste explodes in your  mouth.  It’s a little salty, sometimes it can be a little spicy according to the seasoning, and they are God’s tasty little morsels.

If you haven’t tried any yet, what are you waiting for?  Try them now and let me know what you think.  Dad never ate any until mom introduced him.  Now he can’t stay out of them.  They are that good!

 
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Posted by on 07/01/2018 in Uncategorized

 

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Don’t Come Knocking On My Door

Today for my afternoon nap, dad tucked me in bed with some celery and carrots and I watched The Three Little Pigs on my flatscreen.  I know it’s old school from the 1930’s but I love Mr. Disney and his movies.  This is like the upteenth time I’ve seen movie and I have some thoughts.

Let’s talk about the pig names first.  Practical Pig, Fiddler Pig and Fifer Pig.  Really?   Did you know that they even had names?  Couldn’t come up with something unique like Bacon, huh?  Ham, Sushi and Maxwell were taken?

So Fiddler Pig plays the fiddle and Fifer Pig plays the flute.  – puts my hoove to my head – how original.  They went the cheap way and made their houses of straw and sticks.  They did it quickly so they could play their lovely musical instruments all day long.  What a party that must have been!

Then let’s discuss something that’s kind of ironical.  Did anyone else notice this scene in the movie?  Do you see “Father” in the photograph on the wall?  Really?  Mr. Disney bravo to you for having such a wicked sense of humor.  Goodness, it took me almost 3 times watching to catch this.  I asked mom what did it mean?  Was that their father?  I didn’t quite understand.  Mom said that when I got older she would explain.  Translation – it’s something bad.

Leave it to Practical Pig to build his house of brick.  He tried to warn his two little brothers who wanted to play all day but they didn’t listen.  They went on with their little jamboree while Practical Pig spent the extra money and time and built for the future not for the moment.Then enter the big bad wolf.  Practical Pig tried to warn Fiddler and Fifer Pig but they didn’t want to listen.  That big bad wolf puffed and huffed and blew the house of sticks and house of straw down.  What did the brothers do?  Run to brother’s house to have him save them.  Of course, Practical Pig *always* has an exit plan.  Big Bad Wolf didn’t want to listen and tried his best to get in the house finally thinking he had a way through the fireplace.  I bet he was surprised when he dropped in for dinner and HE was the dinner!

So bottom line on this story.  Apparently this big bad wolf didn’t meet my ancestors – PigBrutus, PigSpartacus and PigDynomite. They don’t put up with much bull from anyone. They learned from great, great, great, great Uncle PiggyJohnWayne.

So, do you see the story in a different light now?  Do you understand my thoughts?  What are your views?

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on 05/03/2018 in Bacon

 

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My Trip to Mom’s Worky Place

I’ve mentioned several times that mom took me to her worky place one time a very long time ago when I was still little.  A lot of you have asked to hear the story so now is a good time to make you laugh.

So I think I was around 15-16 weeks when mom decided I needed to visit the worky place.  Well, actually the people she worked with decided they wanted to see cute little ole me in my prime and talked her into bringing me for a short visit.  Mom’s work was in the middle of relocating so they were temporarily working out of a trailer.  And trust me, that trailer was packed.  Mom took off one Friday and decided to bring me up that day.

She loaded me in the car with dad and off we were to the worky place.  Mom said she worked with a bunch of pigs and I couldn’t wait to see others of my kind.  We got to the trailer and she carried me in and the doors were shut.  Everyone came over and oohh and aaaweed at me.  Funny thing, I kept looking but didn’t see any of my kind at all – it just a bunch of men.  One of them told mom to put me down that they wanted to see me roaming around the office.  She asked them if they had ever seen a piglet fly because I could.  They said it wouldn’t be a problem.  She put me down and I was off from one end of that trailer to the next.  All of those manly guys were laughing and jumping out of my way.  I had them hopping!

Then came the time for us to go back home.  This is where the fun begins.  Mom told them they have to help catch me and it wouldn’t be easy.  Have you ever seen grown men trying to catch a fast little miniature pot bellied pig?  It is really a vision to see.  Mom so should have recorded it on her phone for prosperity.

The guys were sneaking around trying to corner me and they just couldn’t catch me.  And of course by this time, it was a game to me.  I didn’t want to be caught so they were just going to have to wear me out and I’m a kid so I knew I could outlast them.  I was doing great zipping here and there and escaping every little move they were planning.  But there was one guy that mom works for – I knew he was going to give me a run for *my* money. 

I went over to a corner and was pondering my next move.  This one guy was near me but he was ignoring me which meant to me he didn’t see me – pig logic you know.  That’s why it took me completely off guard when he reached down from no where and picked me up handing me off to mommy.  He did this so fast that I didn’t even know what happened until it happened which meant he startled me.  Do you know what happens when you startle a pig?  Any ideas?

Now remember mom is holding me and I’m startled – so startled that I wizz all over her.  That’s what happens when you startle a pig.  You can laugh – mom thinks its funny now.  And I mean it was a good wizz too.  The kind that went down her jeans and dripped into her shoes kind.  And she had to drive home all wet like that.  I’ll give it to mom, she didn’t get mad.  She told me that if I guy grabbed her like the one did me, she would have probably wizzed too.

So there you go, the story of my trip to mom’s worky place.  They have since moved from that trailer and are in a nice office now.  They want me to come up there.  They said there was LOTS of places to run.  I don’t really think mom will go for it.  And you know what?  I have never figured out what mom meant when she said she works with pigs and then comes home to a pig?

 
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Posted by on 04/05/2018 in Uncategorized

 

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Movie Night at the Hotel Thompson – 3 Pigs and a Baby

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Where has the movie been all of my piggy life?  I found this movie, 3 Pigs and a Baby, on Netflix last night.  It was released in March of 2008 and I *just* found it.  Okay, I’ll give you that.  I wasn’t born in 2008 but still.  Any movie about pigs, that seems to be right up my alley, don’t you think?

For movie night last night, we all watched this movie and I have to say it was hilarious!    I’m not sure who laughed the hardest, me, mom, dad, Hemi or Houdini.  Have you seen this?!  I give it five out of five snorts.  It keeps you on your hooves with laughs, turns and twists.

The movie starts with part of the ending and then tweaks back to how it got to this point.  You are asking what point?  Well in the opening shot, the 3 little pigs are all tied together, hanging upside down over a boiling pot of water in the wolve warehouse.  That’s a scary way to start the movie huh?

Then the story flashes back to what got the 3 little pigs to this situation.  It goes through the original story.

The big bad wolf goes to  Sandy Pig’s house made of hay.  He tells Sandy Pig to open the door.  Sandy Pig says not by the hair on his chinny chin-chin.  The big wolf then huffs and puffs and blows the house down.   Sandy Pig then runs to his brother Richard Pig’s house.

The big bad wolf then goes to Richard Pig’s house made out of sticks.  He tells Richard Pig to open the door.  Richard Pig says not by the hair on his chinny chin-chin.  The big wolf then huffs and puffs and blows the house down.   Richard Pig and Sandy Pig then run to their brother Mason Pig’s house.

The big bad wolf then goes to Mason Pig’s house made out of bricks.  He tells Mason Pig to open the door.  Mason Pig says not by the hair on his chinny chin-chin.  The big wolf then huffs and puffs and blows the house down.   But wait a minute, he can’t because the house is made of bricks.  The big bad wolf is determined to get inside of the house of bricks so he climbs up to the chimney.  His plan is to go down the chimney and thus he will be inside of the brick house.  In the meantime, the 3 little pigs build a fire.  Well, you can guess what happens.  That big bad wolf won’t be huffing and puffing anymore – snorts.  

But, that’s when the story takes a huge left turn and becomes a snort of a completely different movie.  In fact, this movie has more twists and turns than a roadtrip in the mountains.  Those big bad wolves are not giving up in getting those oinkers.  They plan on infiltrating into the house of bricks by leaving a baby wolf in a basket at the doorstep in hopes that Mason, Richard and Sandy Pig adopt him.  After some convincing, the 3 pigs adopt little “Lucky” as their own.  Lucky has no clue that he’s a pig, he just knows he’s different.

Lucky goes to school at Pigville Academy and all is fine until he begins to be a teenager.  Then he finds out he’s adopted – snorts.  He learns that he is a wolf raised as a pig and he was adopted by Mason, Richard and Sandy Pig.  Uh-oh Houston we have a problem.

Lucky runs away and finds the big bad wolves.  They convince him, “To be a wolf , you have to be head to toe in fur, claws, and a… meat eater of gulp – PIG.”  Oh no… this is not going to end well.  They convince him that he needs to hide the key to the brick house under the mat on the harvest moon so they can take care of things… things that are a secret that they can’t talk about.  Lucky agrees – thud piggy down!  And later the big bad wolves convince Lucky that there will be a surprise party for his dads so he has to leave the key under the mat.

The Harvest moon comes and by this time, Richard and Sandy Pig have re-built their homes and moved out of Mason’s brick home.  Mason and Lucky get into an argument and Lucky rides off on his motorcycle but not until after putting the key under the mat.  And the Harvest Moon – it’s a sign for the big bad wolves to start their hunting season.  So here we go again.

The wolves go to  Sandy Pig’s house made of hay.  They tells Sandy Pig to open the door.  Sandy Pig says not by the hair on his chinny chin-chin.  The wolves huff and puff and blows the house down.   Sandy Pig then runs to his brother Richard Pig’s house.

The wolves then go to Richard Pig’s house made out of sticks.  They tell Richard Pig to open the door.  Richard Pig says not by the hair on his chinny chin-chin.  The wolves then huff and puff and blows the house down.   Richard Pig and Sandy Pig then run to their brother Mason Pig’s house.

 The wolves then go to Mason Pig’s house made out of bricks.  They tell Mason Pig to open the door.  Mason Pig says not by the hair on his chinny chin-chin.  The wolves then huff and puff and blows the house down.   But wait a minute, he can’t because the house is made of bricks.  But wait a minute, why huff and puff when you can just use the key under the mat to get into the house.

So here we are, right back to where the movie started.  The 3 little pigs are tied up and hanging over a huge pot of boiling water.  This is when the pigs find out that Lucky was planted in their home to get the pigs eventually in time.

At the last minute before the 3 little pigs are dunked into the hot boiling water, Lucky comes flying through the warehouse window on his motorcycle and saves his three dad’s.  Of course the wolves aren’t happy about this and they take after the 3 little pigs who are headed to the brick house.  A fight of sorts begins and things go a little hectic until Lucky makes a big speech.

After Lucky’s speech, the Pig Wolf Pact is signed dedicating pigs and wolves to a life of peace, love and understanding from here on out.  And Lucky, he was lucky.  Not only did he get three fathers with the 3 little pigs, he also got the adopted family of the wolves.  All is good again in Pigville.

What a sweet and wonderful movie.  I must buy this for my collection so that I can watch it over and over.  It touched my little piggy heart and made me smile and snort.  You gotta watch this movie!

 
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Posted by on 03/15/2018 in Bacon

 

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