Beware of Black Friday

I know Fridays. I live for them every week. Fridays mean that mommy will be home for the next couple of days. Fridays mean I get to stay up late and watch television with mom and dad. Fridays sometimes even mean popcorn while watching b-rated movies on the Sy-Fy channel.

But, I’ve never heard of this Black Friday. It has to be bad. I say this for a couple of reasons. First, when mommy told daddy he would have to “survive” this day, daddy stopped laughing. Heck, for a minute I thought he was going to cry. He kept saying, “But, but, but”. Mommy didn’t listen to him. Second of all, you know something is bad when mommy laughs like the wicked witch from the east. Ooh shivers just hearing that in my head.

So this Black Friday thing, what can it be? Is it dark as black outside all day and it’s a Friday this Black Friday? Is it a plague or disease? Did someone not pay the light bill? Is it the end of days? Should I start stock piling my piggy chow in my bedroom? I’ll admit that this little piggy was scared.

I did what I do best. I squealed, ran to my bedroom and slammed my door. I then immediately started doing some research on my laptop.

ODP (oh dear piggies). It’s worse than what I thought! Did you know that the day after Thanksgiving in the USA, they call it Black Friday? Here’s the scary part. People get up voluntarily at 0400 hours to camp outside of stores to go shopping!. Thud – piggy down! 0400 hours is like way before even Old McDonald gets up at the farm. It’s before the birds start chirping. It’s before they even make the doughnuts at the Krispy Kreme. Heck, it’s before *I* even stir in my toddler bed. That’s early!

Mommy is going to make daddy go shopping with her on Black Friday at 0400 hours. Two words mom. How uncivilized. I can’t believe mom is going to get up before the break of dawn. But friends, don’t feel too sorry for daddy. I saw him the garage laughing and getting “ready” for Black Friday. He was pulling out his old pads from his football days. I think I even saw him with a hockey stick and a helmet. Oohh mommy – who is punishing who now? Snorts.

 

Price Placement

So daddy lied.  He decided to venture out with mom to take a break from wrapping and they went down the street to a store.  It wasn’t busy which was awesome.  Daddy of course was looking around with mommy.  That’s when mom found this package and started laughing uncontrollably inside of the store.  In fact, mom was laughing so hard that she couldn’t breathe.  Daddy didn’t know whether to call a doctor or an exorcist for mommy.  That’s when she finally got a hold of herself and described to daddy about this video.  Remember stores – it’s all about price placement and where NOT to put the sticker.  OMP – Now I have the giggles – rolls with piggy laughter.

 

Price Placement

Sometimes when daddy goes shopping he finds the most amazing things.  Sometimes – and I’m just saying sometimes – especially during this time of the year placing the price tag is very important and can change everything.  Just as in this case.  Bet you never think of the show on television or this book again the same way – snorts with piggy laughter.   

 

Breakfast of Champions

Oh friends – I hope that you have had a fantastic week.  I know we have since mom has been home from the worky place this past week.  We have all snuggled and slept and cuddled and slept some more.  I think mom is getting a lot of rest this week which is awesome to all of us anipals.

 I do have to share something that mom/dad found this week.  They went out yesterday morning for a little bit of this thing called Black Friday.  No way I was getting up out of my nice comfortable bed at the time they left the Hotel Thompson.  But somewhere along the way, dad ordered some reindeer pancakes.  They looked just like this picture.  Can you imagine eating Rudolph?  No way!  Not even this piggy has the nerve to eat Santa’s head reindeer.  That has to put dad on Santa’s naughty list – I’m just saying.

And don’t worry – I am especially glad this time that dad didn’t bring me home a piggy bag – snorts.  But on the other hoof, mom did.  And let me tell you – it was fantastic.

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What did mom bring me?  Pancake puppies.  Enough said?  I think not – squeals.  These look like hush puppies but they are not – they are made with pancake batter and called puppies.  They are served with syrup which mom/dad went with sugar free syrup.  I on the other hoof prefer them plain and simple – straight up if you will.  And I will tell you something – they are fantastic!

So did you eat anything exciting over the holiday?  Anything that makes you go hhmm I would like to have some more of that?  Do share my friends – do share!  And have a fantastic day!

 

 

 

 

Let the Games Begin

 

Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon,

I’m disgraced.  My humans find this ‘amusing’.  I find it humiliating.  While they were celebrating the big turkey day of Thanksgiving, I was the walking entertainment for family and friends.  Does it look as bad as it feels?  Signed Pugmiliated

Dear Pugmiliated,

Um, um, well, no it doesn’t look that bad my friend.  Not really.  You could turn the tables and go with it.  If your humans are going to ‘dress’ you up like turkey, maybe ask for some turkey in return?  And really, it does kind of blend in with your skin color.  You can hardly notice it!

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Dear Bacon,

You know it is that time of the year – it’s cold outside.  I don’t think many of us will be wearing shorts.  I was looking at my legs yesterday when I was bathing.  Do you think I can go the entire winter without shaving?  I won’t be wearing any dresses and I’ll be sleeping a lot this winter.  Signed Ms. Bearable

Dear Ms. Bearable,

I say do what makes you feel good.  It is winter and no one sees legs in the winter.  In fact, I’ll tell you a secret.  I heard my mommy talking about this just yesterday to daddy.  I think a lot of ladies feel the same way.  And heck, you’re going to be sleeping.  You might need that winter coat to keep you warm.

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Dear Bacon,

I want to tell you a secret.  Sometimes when no one is looking, I will put this cone on my head and pretend I’m an unicorn.  So-so pretty!  Don’t you think?  Signed Pretender

Dear Pretender,

Hey, I’m not casting a stone.  Sometimes when no one is looking, I like to put my king sized Egyptian cotton sheet on me and run around the house oinking BOO at everyone.  No judgements my friend.

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Dear Bacon,

Sometimes the humans think that they have *us* trained.  What they don’t realize is that *we* have THEM trained.  I personally like to take my human to play fetch a lot.  Hey, I’m trying to help them lose some of that holiday weight.  But when we are out and they are talking to their friends like they are exercising us, I just have to stick my tongue out at them.  Is this bad of me?  Signed Jazzercise

Dear Jazzercise,

Hey, as long as the humans don’t see it, what harm is in it?  I tell my humans that I get plenty of exercise.  It’s a long walk between my room and the kitchen at the Hotel Thompson.

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 Dear Bacon,

The wife – she left me on Black Friday to do this thing the humans call shopping.  If that wasn’t bad enough, she left me with all of the kids too.  Here I am trying to watch all of the football games and they are under my feet as usual.  Should I be mad that she left me to get out of the house?  Signed Kitty Football

Dear Kitty Football,
Hey, it looks like you have everything under control there my friend.  All of your bundles are with you – they look comfy and satisfied.  You had the situation under control.  Nah, don’t be mad.  A woman needs some time alone out of the house by herself.  Way to go super dad!

Remember my friends, keep your questions and pictures coming. Send them to me at baconthompson@gmail.com

 

BEWARE

Houston, we may have a problem. Do you remember reading the other day about daddy prepping the turkey for mommy? Well she came home from the worky place and saw it that night. She did laugh at his shall we say creativity. But, she told him that in return he would have to survive Black Friday.

I know Fridays. I live for them every week. Fridays mean that mommy will be home for the next couple of days. Fridays mean I get to stay up late and watch television with mom and dad. Fridays sometimes even mean popcorn while watching b-rated movies on the Sy-Fy channel.

But, I’ve never heard of this Black Friday. It has to be bad. I say this for a couple of reasons. First, when mommy told daddy he would have to “survive” this day, daddy stopped laughing. Heck, for a minute I thought he was going to cry. He kept saying, “But, but, but”. Mommy didn’t listen to him. Second of all, you know something is bad when mommy laughs like the wicked witch from the east. Ooh shivers just hearing that in my head.

So this Black Friday thing, what can it be? Is it dark as black outside all day and it’s a Friday this Black Friday? Is it a plague or disease? Did someone not pay the light bill? Is it the end of days? Should I start stock piling my piggy chow in my bedroom? I’ll admit that this little piggy was scared.

I did what I do best. I squealed, ran to my bedroom and slammed my door. I then immediately started doing some research on my laptop.

ODP (oh dear piggies). It’s worse than what I thought! Did you know that the day after Thanksgiving in the USA, they call it Black Friday? Here’s the scary part. People get up voluntarily at 0400 hours to camp outside of stores to go shopping!. Thud – piggy down! 0400 hours is like way before even Old McDonald gets up at the farm. It’s before the birds start chirping. It’s before they even make the doughnuts at the Krispy Kreme. Heck, it’s before *I* even stir in my toddler bed. That’s early!

Mommy is going to make daddy go shopping with her on Black Friday at 0400 hours. Two words mom. How uncivilized. I can’t believe mom is going to get up before the break of dawn. But friends, don’t feel too sorry for daddy. I saw him the garage laughing and getting “ready” for Black Friday. He was pulling out his old pads from his football days. I think I even saw him with a hockey stick and a helmet. Oohh mommy – who is punishing who now? Snorts.