This is me friends from last weekend. I was worn out. Not from running, playing or chasing Hemi or Bacon. Nope not anything fun at all. I had just gotten back home from the three lettered bad place – V.E.T. Before I go further, let me discuss something with you humans. Us anipals know how to spell. You don’t have to spell V.E.T. We know that is the place that we all despise. I mean really. Buy us a drink first. Get to know us if you will before you violate our captains quarters. I’m just saying and I think I speak for everyone on that private matter. So on this date, I was visiting our vet for my yearly shots. How those yearly shots get here so fast! Being a Yorkshire Terrier, I can admit that our breed is a little… how should I say it….nervous about these things. Yeah, that’s the perfect word. So before I get my shots and the doctor feels me up, the staff usually gives me a little Benadryl to cut the edge to calm my inner Yorkie down. So there I was one shot of Benadryl in my rump and I am chilling in my dad’s arms. And might I add, I didn’t bark, whimper and growl at that shot. I was a good boy. So there I am chilling and the lady doctor finally comes in. Mom/dad and the doctor are talking and the doctor tells daddy she is going to take me away from him for a couple of moments. Now comes the good part. As the doctor reaches out to get me, daddy barks and growls at her! Seriously – the dude growled and barked!! Rolls with puppy laughter. For an older lady, the doctor sure did jump pretty high. I was greatly impressed. Of course mom fussed at daddy. I just laughed and got excited for a few minutes…. that is until I saw the doctor going towards my captains quarters. I ended up getting two more shots – again with no barking, growling or whimpering. I was a good pooch mom said. So good that I got to go by the pet store on the way home to pick out a new toy. Daddy on the other hand didn’t get a toy because of his growling/barking.
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?
Something happened last night. We had friends over and of course you know I had to put on a performance – snorts. Hey, it’s what I do. The topic turned to my blog. We all took turns reading past articles from it and snorting – alcohol may have been involved with the humans – snorts. Our friends made the comment that *I* could not be serious. What? Is that a dare? Cause you know it sounded like a dare to this little oinker. So today, I will be serious. This post will be about something that happened to me and mom this morning. You just read and see. Cough-cough-oink-snort- here comes my serious side. Stop laughing. I’m being serious.
This morning instead of me getting mom up for breakfast, she woke me up for a change. It was early. I couldn’t understand why. She told me that she had to show me something that was special. Something without electronics, without technology, with just me and her alone. I just looked at her and yawned but hey I was game. We walked to the kitchen and I sat on the floor yawning while mom fixed her a cup of coffee. Then we did something strange. We went out the back door of the Hotel Thompson. The back door leads us to my backyard… my kingdom that I like to call it.
We sat down on the deck, mom cross-legged and I climbed up in her lap. I kept looking at her waiting for an explanation. It was dark out here overlooking my magical backyard and it was kind of chilly. I couldn’t see anything but darkness. Mom told me, “Wait for it Bacon.” Wait for what? I sat and continue to listen. That’s when I noticed the sounds.
I could hear crickets. I could hear frogs near the swamp. I could hear a dog barking in the neighborhood. I could hear Journalist Rocky the Squirrel chatting away with his family in the trees. I even started hearing birds chirp. WOW – I’ve never heard these noises so close before. Then I started to hear a rooster a couple of doors down. I looked at mom in complete awe and amazement. She told me, “It’s not done yet Bacon. Keep waiting for it.” Again this wait for it. Wait for what? What could be that interesting to get up at this ungodly hour? Then there was a shift in the atmosphere. Something changed but I couldn’t put my hoof on it.
I slowly got up out of mom’s lap and walked to the edge of the deck overlooking my backyard kingdom. That’s when I saw it. I looked at mom and she looked at me. The blackness of the night started slowly fading away. A white tinge was started to peak out from the night. It was slow at first but as we watched minute by minute it started getting lighter outside. Before I knew it, the night time had disappeared and the daylight had appeared out of nowhere. WOW! I could see my magical backyard in full light. I looked at mom, did a little wiggle and pleaded, “Do it again mom!” I went back and snuggled up in mom’s lap again. We sat there for a long time, mom drinking her coffee petting me and I looking at the amazement of another great day.
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.