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Bacon‘s Spooktoberfest – Day 5

BACON’s SPOOKTOBERFEST

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. 


Barks – wiggles butt and looks cute.  YAY!  I’m a big boy now.  I get to stay by myself with the guys while mom/dad are away this weekend.  How cool is that?  I am a big boy now.  And Bacon is going to give me his room – that is way cool to be in bro’s room and bed.  It has everything in there!  I can survive three days without mom.  The guys say I can’t, but I can.  Surely I can.  I’ll watch the Anipal Planet and have fun.  I might even get a chance to play on the internet some.  Opps wait a minute…. I just got a text.  It looks like it’s from Nana.

Um.. no.  Nana wouldn’t send that but she’s in the video.  No way!  Who did this??  Hemi – it has to be Hemi.  Just why in the doggy heavens would he do that?  I am so going to tell…. no I’m not.  That little furball will get his.  Just wait.  I’ll get him back.  Trying to scare me!

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Posted by on 10/04/2018 in 31 Days of Spook, Bacon

 

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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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