We Need to Talk About Privacy

Can’t a pig here at the Hotel Thompson take a nap in privacy?  I mean, really – I was drooling and having little piggy dreams in this picture.  Mom is getting worse than the Hollywood paparazzi with that camera of hers. 

There has to be a line drawn somewhere… a house rule of sorts at the Hotel Thompson.  You know like no pictures of the pig that are unflattering or drooling.  What if Miss Piggy sees it? That’s cutting in on my future love life.  What if mom decides to make a book and put that picture in there?  Oh thud snort no. 

 

I wonder how mom would feel if I take a picture of her sleeping or when she first gets up with no make up and bed head?  Hey, there you go – that’s going to be my come back when I speak with her.  No wait, maybe just take the picture and show it to her.  Perhaps that will change her mind – evil snort PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud).

 

I Have Bed Head

Oh mom – she is so camera happy these days!

She caught me sleeping on the floor in the front room.  I was watching television but dozed off.  She started clicking pictures and I started waking up.  Notice the sleepy bed head look on my face.  Can’t a pig sleep on the front room floor without being interrupted from his piggy dreams?  HA

 

 

Mom says that I’m the cutest right when I wake up from my naps.  I kind of knelt up in this picture and gave her my back.  I gotta get my naps in during the day.  I’m a growing pig.  I gotta keep the cute level to the maximum.  I take naps during the day so that way when mom gets home I can run and play with her throughout the house.  And today is Friday – that means I get to stay up late with mommy watching television – yay!