Bone Sucking Sauce

  Uh-oh my friends.  I may be in trouble… or is it my parents that are in trouble?  I’m telling you – my humans can NOT be trusted to go out into public by themselves.  They left yesterday to run errands and came home with this creation – Bone Suckin’ Sauce .  As if that’s not bad enough did you read the bottom of the bottle?  Now thicker style.  Rolls piggy eyes.  Trouble I’m telling you – TROUBLE.

I overheard mom/dad talking about fixing chicken today on the grill with this sauce.  I’ll keep you posted on to how it turns out.

 

Should I Be Worried?

 Sometimes I’ll admit it – my mom/dad scare me.  No, not the BOO kind of scare.  The kind of scare when I go looking for mom’s pictures on her iPhone kind of scare.  Take in point the picture below.  Mom/dad what the heck were you thinking?  See, this is the kind of trouble that happens when mom/dad go out unchaperoned.  They don’t need to look for trouble – trouble finds THEM.

Rub Some Butt, Three Little Piggies BBQ Rub, Bone Suckin’ Sauce and Sweet Rub of Mine – really?  Do I need to even ask where this ‘stuff’ needs to go?  Dad don’t even think about coming my way with any of these bottles in your hand.  I may need to ask for an intervention here at the Hotel Thompson.  Daddy was too quick to let me know that some of these traveled to our house here.  I haven’t seen them and Lord knows I don’t wanna.

Help me?  Snorts and Oinks …. while I still can.

NOTE:  I know I’m safe my friends.  No worries here at the Hotel Thompson.  Mommy wouldn’t let anything happen to me for anything in the world.  No need to call PETA… yet 🙂