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?
There you go my friends. My magical backyard – booyah! Pictures don’t lie, right? I mean this would no way be photoshopped. Nope no way. I couldn’t get a clearer picture than this. It was that perfect off of my backyard camera. Yeah that’s it. Move over friends. I can’t give you the exact locations because well you know for obvious reasons – snorts and rolls with piggy laughter.
Happy Saturday my dear sweet friends. Today is the last day of September and the spooky month of October starts tomorrow. I wanted to give you a heads up about October. October is going to be a busy month for this little piggy.
I skyped a witch and she even saw me in her crystal ball. Even she knew I was up to something before mom and dad did. You see, I’m going to have 31 days of Spook on my blog. I’m personally going to highlight scary movies, television shows, legends, monsters and other things that go bump in the night. I might even quiz you on some of them so be prepared. Start brushing up on your trivia. I hope it will be fun for everyone.
So, happy last day of September my friends. Welcome to Spooky October! Evil snort
Barks! Hey my friends. Hope your week is going awesome. Last weekend, I spent some time at the Spa. Someone here at the Hotel Thompson told me how much fun it was to go in our magic backyard and roll in mud – I’m not mentioning names but we all know who oinks and snorts in these parts. Well, I did. And guess what. That mud sticks to your fur in places it doesn’t need to stick if you know what I mean. I didn’t find it fun at all. Mom let me out just for “a few minutes” she said and then came back to a mud caked Yorkshire Terror– her words not mine. She was taking me in that day anyway to the Spa. I just wanted to make sure they earned their money when they gave me my oatmeal bath. See, I was helping mom out, right?
I came back home later in the day and mom had bought me a new toy. OMD! That toy is the bomb. It’s my favorite this week for sure… well at least today. You roll it, squeak it and it lights up. OMD – I played with it until I wore myself out. I had mom take a video to share it with you my friends. I hope you enjoy it and Jokes with Dad. Have a great weekend and remember to roll in some mud ❤
Today is the last day of September and the spooky month of October starts tomorrow. I wanted to give you a heads up about October. October is going to be a busy month for this little piggy.
I Skyped a witch and she even saw me in her crystal ball. Even she knew I was up to something before mom and dad did. You see, I’m going to have 31 days of Spook on my blog. I’m personally going to highlight scary movies, television shows, legends, monsters and other things that go bump in the night. I might even quiz you on some of them so be prepared. Start brushing up on your trivia. I hope it will be fun for everyone.
So, happy last day of September my friends. Welcome to Spooky October – Evil snort
And my friends, please feel free to share these stories of intrigue with your friends on your blog, Facebook and other social media. And if you make it through the entire month with me, look for your Ghost Badge 2016 to share on your blog.
Okay friends. Let’s have a destressful kind of Friday. Today, let’s let the stress go far, far away…. even if it is just for a few moments. Today, we will not let stress get to us in any way, shape or form. Today, we will get it off our chests, breathe with relief and laugh it away.
What has been stressing you lately? What has you worried you enough that you want to slap/kick or soccer punch someone in the pie hole and tell them to stow it? Come on my friends. Let’s let it ALL out today so we can have an awesome weekend. Be it small or large – let it be no more!
My mom will go first. Take it away MOM!
◊ Dear next door neighbor. Believe it or not, there are several companies that come in our neighborhood to take your trash away. You really don’t have to keep stock piling it in your backyard. I mean no one can see your backyard but me… how lucky can I be. But trust me, even if I didn’t see it, I could smell it. So with that in mind, can you please call one of the local trash companies. Heck, I’ll even give you a list of their numbers. Just sayin’
◊ Dear XYZ Company. If I haven’t called you back in three weeks, there’s a high probability that I’m not interested. With that being said, there is no need for you to continue calling my residence upwards 2-3 times a day every day. Just sayin’
◊ Dear husband. Don’t add to my stress. Be a good husband, nod your head accordingly and say, “I love you” randomly throughout the day.
Go ahead. You can be truthful with me my friends. This is a picture that mom took of me playing in my magical backyard. Do you see it? Do you think I have too many fat rolls/! Daddy called me chunky monkey this morning when he was scratching my back. He even went as far as to say I was – are you ready for this? – pudgy. What the pig heavens. Me pudgy? Surely, he is mistaken, right? That’s not fat rolls. That’s gotta be extra hugging material – extra loving – extra heat – extra storage space for my tummy. Right?
As I lay in bed at night sleeping, I have to think about the different sounds I hear coming from outside my bedroom window. Now that we are in the Summer months, it seems like everything is coming alive, especially at night. So there I was last night, tucked in and waiting for Mr. Sandman to visit. I listened intently.
I could hear grasshoppers. One I’ve nicknamed Sensei because he is so very loud and seems to hang out right near my window to the right every single night. It’s like he tells me goodnight.
I could hear kids laughing and yelling. Heck it’s almost 9pm – why are there kids still outside playing in the dark? They better be chasing lightening bugs and not chasing trouble.
I could hear the faint sounds of a radio from the people next door. Those neighbors are Asian so the music had a chime-chime affluence. It was soothing to me.
I could hear dogs barking – it must be that pesky little Chihuahua across the street hanging out with his posse and being bad again leaving nuggets on everyone’s front yard.
I could hear frogs. They sounded like enormous frogs with giant legs and deep guts. There are LOADS of them in my magical backyard due to the creek that runs behind it.
Then the most deep sound of them all started. It’s enough to shake our little house and it comforts me enough to rock me to sleep. What is it you ask? Of course, its dad snoring. ❤
What sounds do you hear at night when you are trying to go to sleep?
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.
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.
We are back for the next Bacon’s Show and Tell my friends!
For Bacon’s Show and Tell for November we are focusing on another toy from your childhood. Something that was one of your favorites that you just absolutely loved. Share a picture and a story about it. I’m going to let my mom post about this today – take it away mom.
“Thanks Bacon my boy. One of my favorite toys growing up was something that was fun, exciting and full of exercise. We had a pretty big back yard growing up, full of trees and green grass. One year for Christmas, me and one of my brothers got bicycles. The all American toy of adventure. I must have been around eight and up until that point I had never been on one. Christmas afternoon we convinced our parents to let us go into the backyard to ride them. Of course, it was winter time but winter time in Georgia is not that bad – most of the time. This day, it was cold but not uncomfortable.
So out we went. I imagined I would jump on my chariot of freedom and ride around like there was no tomorrow – or at least that was the plan. I jumped on, pedaled at full force and went down a little indention in the back yard. That’s when it hit me full force. How the heck do you stop this thing?! I started screaming about the time I ran straight into a tree at full force. What the heck. This thing was suppose to be fun – nothing was ever said about crashing. So that’s when I was told about breaks and how to stop. I stood up, shook myself off like the tomboy I was, jumped on and my adventure started all over again… this time with the knowledge of breaks 🙂 “