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Dear Bacon – They know me in the wild as the guy to go to for back adjustments. We all have problems with our backs from time to time. You know with all of the jumping, running and playing with our buddies. So I’m here to offer you my services dude. When your giddy up has gone and went, give me a call for an adjustment. Signed Crack Doctor
Dear Crack Doctor – WOW. I’m at a lost for words. Really. By the looks of that purr thing that you are “adjusting”, I would take a gander and say they are as well. Back adjustments… hhhhmmm… I think I’ll pass. You know the little tyke here Houdini has great paws for massages. I think I’ll call him for a massage. But hey, I appreciate the offer. You carry on and flourish with your business my friend.
Dear Bacon – Let’s understand each other okay. You show respect to us purr things and I won’t have to call that elf of yours Don Juan. Capice? We have ways of making our communication brutal. Just one phone call from Hemi or Mouse Girl and I will drop a line to elfy. We wouldn’t want that now would we? Signed Enforcer
Dear Enforcer – gulps. Understand my friend. I understand completely. No reason to call Don Juan. We are all family here. Love your coloring and by the way have I told you that purr things rock? They really do – honestly. Creeps out of this letter….slowly and silently.
Dear Bacon – Sometimes the best things in life is just sitting back to watch the animals and humans. You can see some amazing things in the household when you do this. Just be quiet and observe. Have you ever done this? Signed Voyeur
Dear Voyeur – YES I agree 100% my friend. One time, I watched daddy come out of the shower. My eyes! What has been seen can not be unseen. And hey, he jumped pretty high when I snorted – rolls with laughter. Carry on watching and let me know what you see next. 🙂
Dear Bacon – I *almost* got caught in this picture. I mean dude it was a close call for sure! The barky thing is so loud and loves to pick on us purr things when the humans aren’t lucky. I had it with that mutt up to my forehead. So, he came by and I was just about to flick my nails out when I saw the humans out of the corner of my eye. Thank goodness I saw them looking so I did what all cats do best – I looked disinterested and innocent. You know the look I’m sure. But it definitely was a close one. Have you ever been almost caught in action? Signed Wolverine
Dear Wolverine – Squeals! That was a close call my friend. Thank goodness your spidey senses were working and you noticed the humans. I hope that you did get even with the barky thing when it was more convenient – snorts. I’m sure he had it coming his way. Snorts – have a great one!
Dear Bacon – Really? This is the juvenile behavior I have to put up with at my own castle. My little brother doesn’t get his way so he acts like a small person wearing diapers and sticks his tongue out at me. Really? What is he two?! What am I to do? Shakes head. Signed – Beyond Irritated
Dear Beyond Irritated – Just walk away. My best advice my friend. Unless you want to contact the Enforcer up above or Wolverine from up above. I’m sure they can tell you a few pointers. I certainly couldn’t. Cause you know I’m just so cute and would never do anything to anyone. 🙂 Right Enforcer? Snorts.
Remember friends – keep your pictures and questions coming. Send them to my email address. Have a great day!
You know how they say that pigs can be stubborn and ‘pig-headed’? Well, that about sums me up. I know – I’m trying. I really am trying. It’s like my alter ego, Deviled Ham, comes out at times when I least expect it. Mom/Dad are not quitters and they are hanging in there. Here’s the update on dominance training.
Tuesday, 04/29/2013 – Dominance training actually started this evening. It is something that I’m not used to. Dad has said the “NO” word very firmly, very southern might I add – snort giggles. It does make me stop in my hooves and rethink my surroundings before Deviled Ham shows up. When I was on the couch with mom, dad came over several times to see me. The first time, I went all pig ballistic on him. He put me in my place with the southern firm “NO” and petted my little head. After about the third attempt, I never grunted or barked and allowed dad to pet me.
Wednesday, 04/30/2013 – After my morning snack when I was going back to my room, Deviled Ham came out from no where and I jumped dad in the hallway. Bad move. The rest of the day, I was fine. Again, when I was on the couch with mom, dad came over several times to see me. The first time, I again barked and growled but not as bad as the night before. The second time he came over, it was just a small grumble when he pet me. After that, I never grunted or barked and allowed dad to pet me as long as he wanted.
Thursday, 5/1/2013 – Well, you know how they say the third time is the charm? Snort – not so much in this case. I lost my piggy mind tonight. I was good all day long with dad. I never gave him a moment’s trouble while it was me and him at the Hotel Thompson. That night, daddy and mommy went out to dinner. When they came back, my rebellious teenager Deviled Ham made an appearance. I tried to attack daddy. Mom thought it was those god forsaken orange shorts he wears because they were so bright – snort. It wasn’t. My hoove nipped him on the knee cap, not bad. His southern “NO” really did nothing for me. Mommy had to be the firm one. Instead of minding her, what did I do? Rebellious teenager Deviled Ham tried to go after her. Drops and shakes my piggy head. I was bad. Mom sent me to my room which I minded. No bedtime snack. No bedtime story. No night time snuggles. Mommy said it hurt her more than it was hurting me. I’m not so sure. You see, this is the one thing that piggies have a hard time with – being ignored. She ignored me the rest of the night. That’s tough on this little guy. And, I think I made mommy cry. I could hear her and daddy in their room. Mommy wouldn’t even let Bashful sleep with me last night. I was all by myself and had all night to rethink my rebellious ways. It was a long night.
Friday, 5/2/2013 – This morning I got mommy up to get ready for the worky place and breakfast. It was a new day with new ways. Mommy fixed me breakfast and I just wagged my tail so fast when she was talking to me about last night. We had our little prayer meeting and she put me back to bed for my morning nap. Today, I am really, REALLY going to try to be good. Wish me luck and think of me. Mommy says that this weekend there will be lots of training. I’m game.
There comes a time in a miniature pot bellied pig’s life that he starts to grow up and become an adult. Mom and dad have known through the past 18 months when it is time for me to take my next step . Well, this time around I beat them to the punch. I’m not proud of misbehavior. Mom says that I need to post this to come clean with my friends and myself. I think it’s a good idea too. You know – you get the good, you get the bad kind of thing.
There’s lots of things to factor in with my behavior and attitude. For instance, if it’s raining and cold outside I tend to be a little aggressive and clingy. Sometimes when I don’t get my 5-6 naps during the day, I can also be a little bear to deal with at the Hotel Thompson. And if I’m scared, I can be the biggest scaredy pig you can imagine and want to be held like a baby. You have to understand and I know that for the most part, I am the cutest, loving and most adorable little piggy here in the south. But, there is that 10% of the time that my alter ego, Deviled Ham, comes out and I totally lose my piggy mind. This is one of those times.
So, here we go with the admission… which is good for this pigs soul (that’s what mommy says.)
For the past couple of days, I’ve pulled out all of the stops and have tried to show my dominance over daddy. You see, me and mom have a different kind of relationship and I don’t have to show dominance with her. But daddy, well that’s another story. Here and there, I’ve oinked and barked at him to back off and get away. But the past couple of days have been different. I might have… perhaps… well… maybe I jumped him in the hallway at the Hotel Thompson.
I know – I know – I shouldn’t have. I understand he feeds and takes care of me all day long while mommy is at the worky place. It’s just that I wanted to show him that “I” was the dominant one. I understand that it was a major bad thing… especially after he called mommy at the worky place and told her about my behavior. Yeah, that wasn’t good. I was totally grounded to my room until she got home.
You have to also understand that there’s three males at the Hotel Thompson – me, daddy and Master Hemi. Now, that little Master Hemi is a 10 pound terror. HE is dominant over me and knows exactly how to put this little pig in his place – shivers. So that leaves daddy. All I gotta say is bad mistake.
Since this type of misconduct is totally unacceptable at the Hotel Thompson, mom had to figure out why and what to do with me. She called my piggyatrician and they had a long talk. Well, did you know that at this age in my life is when dominance tries to come out. So, now we know what the problem is so you’re asking yourself what is the solution. Well, there’s a word I don’t hear much of but I’m going to learn today. Me and dad have to start dominance training…. well that and me writing 100 times on my chalkboard, “I am not dominant over daddy, I am not dominant over daddy.”
Training has already started and I’m glad to report that daddy says I’m getting better already. It’s a good thing too because me being dominant is really not like me. I’m a sweet, innocent, loving miniature pot bellied pig. But, I’m just like any other child. I have to be shown what my limitations are when I try to push them. This is something that me and daddy have to work out. I will definitely keep you posted on our progress.
I post this today because with the good you also need to see the bad little piggy in me. It helps with keeping me straight in my behavior. See, I’m growing up with that admission.
But you have to tell me my four legged friends out there – I’m not the only one that has or is going through this process, right? Please assure me.
XOXO – Bacon
You ask, “How can something so cute get into so much trouble?” The answer – by being so bad, talking back to daddy and having him make the dreaded call to mommy. Let me explain. 🙂
Yesterday morning, mom said I was as cute as a snuggle bug. I just wanted to sit on the couch with her all snuggled in my blankie. It was great. I was warm and she was loving on me. I could have spent the entire day like that. But of course, she has to go to the worky place. She put me to bed before she went. But, it just wasn’t the same you know. The body heat wasn’t there. I had my special blankie but I wanted mommy.
Daddy was home but he’s not mommy. I kept barking and grunting all day just giving him heck. I made a mess in my room. I tore up some of my towels, got a hold of the paper towels and made a shred fest, knocked over my garbage can and basically drove dad up the wall. Sigh, I was so bad that he told me if I didn’t straighten up he was going to call mommy at work. And guess what. He did. That’s not cool.
He put mommy on speaker phone and she had a little piggy prayer meeting with me. I know when not to grunt back so I listened. I made up with dad and was good the rest of the day. When mom got home, we had another come to terms meeting. I didn’t get my special treat last night because of my behavior. You better believe I’m going to be better today!
So, here’s looking for a brighter Tuesday – happy day! XOXO Bacon
Well, I learned a new thing yesterday. Did you know that it is frowned upon in this establishment to make hoove marks on the momma to get to your banana treat? Well it certainly is. I was surprised too.
Mom was being oh so generous in giving me a banana before bed time. I don’t get them very often but when I do – shivers they are so fantastic! The little pig in me just got so excited! I couldn’t wait for her to strip the banana and give it to me. She sat on the couch to do this which frankly has to be mom’s fault because she knows food and me have a long and lengthy history. I can’t help myself – I’m a foodie.
So, while she was attempting to unwrap the peel from my banana, I thought I would help her out and crawl up her bare legs to meet her half way. I admit I left some hoove tread marks near her knee area and I might have gotten so excited that I nipped her wrist a little. But really – B.A.N.A.N.A – doesn’t everyone go beserk for them? My mouth is watering right now just thinking about it!
Mom finally got the peel off and threw the banana on the floor. Of course – snicker – dad was laughing like a hyena on the couch at her. He thought we were playing which he should have known better. I don’t play with food.
Afterwards when I was finished and licking my hooves at the deliciousness, mom took me to my bedroom for a little prayer meeting. She explained that although I have a healthy appetite and she can relate to wanting some delicious right in the moment, I can’t attempt to climb up her legs anymore and definitely no nipping. I agree to this and I apologized by giving her snout kisses.
Like she said, all children get in trouble and parents love them regardless of their misbehavior.