Barks! Oh friends – how was your week? Mine was just barky wonderful! I want to show you a new toy that I got last weekend during the great Snowmageddon here in the south. It’s a Bark’s Woof Beer bottle. It’s made of hard plastic and has a squeaky toy in the bottom part of the bottle. It’s the cutest thing and mom/dad fell in love with it when they saw it in the store. They just knew I would love it – don’t you?
They brought it home and gave it to me. Oh my doggy heavens! You should have seen me dragging it around the Hotel Thompson, squeaking and playing with it. It was a blast! Mom took this picture of me on the couch. I actually fell asleep with the bottle in my mouth. Mom said I couldn’t hold my woof beer. Barks with piggy laughter!
Hello my friends. Welcome to another great issue of Dear Bacon. This week, we have another guest helping me out with my issue. Today, my friend Forrest and Fozziemom are stepping in for me to do a special edition of Dear Forrest. Be sure to visit them at their blog and check them out – let them know what a great job they did – thanks Forrest and Fozziemom!
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Dear Forrest,
Save a horse, ride a piggy – BOL. This is my gal pal Susie. The other farm animals think we are crazy. We are. Crazy in love! Do you think it’s cool? Signed Sam and Susie
Dear Sam and Susie,
I think the other farm animals are jealous…inter species can work…even if it does seem a bit odd. You loves who you loves so I say go for it! And yes it is way cool!
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Dear Forrest,
Since they added the word “selfie” to the dictionary, we thought we would try it. We think it’s a work in progress. Have you tried this? Signed Say Cheese
Dear Cheese,
I must say I have tried selfies myself and it always ends up with booger shots..or drool. I think you have the crazy eye down pat though. Keep it up. I have seen some pretty bad human ones BOL BOL
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Dear Forrest,
They say you can be anything you want. I wanted to be a pineapple. What kind of fruit would you be? Signed Piney
Dear Piney,
Well if you want to look like Camen Miranda then I say I like it veryyyy much. As for me, if I had to be a fruit I would be a banana. Then I could split whenever it got too much BOL BOL
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Dear Forrest,
Dude. The beach is so totally awesome. The water is rad. Do you hang five bro? Signed Surfer Bark
Dear Surfer Bark,
Man you are hangin’ more than five my friend. You might take off if them ears get any more steam behind them BOL. I hang 5 in the dam. It’s usually followed by mum landing flat BOL …wonder what that counts as BOL
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Dear Forrest,
I look fat. Maybe it’s my ears? Maybe it’s that bunny tail? Maybe it’s the beer talking from another bottle down? Can you help out a bunny? What do you think? Signed Fatbun
Dear Fatbun,
I think you are standing in front of the wrong mirror my friend. You look fine to me..nice and plump and round and delish…oops I mean fine. Sorry, I get side tracked by bunnies. I think if you were here at my place I could help you exercise..do you like to run? BOL
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Thanks to Fozziemom and Forrest for another great issue. Remember my friends, these Dear Bacon issues can’t happen without you 🙂 Remember to send your pictures and questions to me at baconthompson@gmail.com
Hemi here. I don’t know when this little oinker will learn here not to leave his computer logged on – HA! I thought I would Hemi Hi-Jack the oinkers blog and tell you a great story. That’s me in the picture above. Mom and dad adopted me and my brother Tybee in June of 2004, right before they got married. Awesome huh? Instant family of four.
My full name is Hemingway – but everyone calls me Hemi. I’m a polydactyl cat – I have more than the normal toes on my paws. I come from the Hemingway cats in Key West. Cool huh? Trust me, you can ask that pig – I *know* how to use this big paw of mine. I swipe that pig on the butt every chance I get. Shrugs shoulders. It’s what I do – LOL. You don’t think this paw of mine would hurt? You want to see it, don’t you. Okay – here you go for your entertainment. It’s big huh? I told you so.
When mom/dad adopted us, we were three weeks old. Can you see the pattern here? They adopted that pig at three weeks too. The only difference is that he could actually eat food and still does by the bucketfuls – HA! Us on the other paw, we had to be bottled fed. Mom actually took us to her worky place so that she could feed us during the day. It was really awesome.
All of these manly men, bulked and ripped would come into her office to help with our feedings. It was really neat. I took to the bottle really quick. Heck, I could just about hold my baby bottle. Tybee was the opposite. He had to be persuaded and fed his bottle. He was a trooper though.
This is Tybee to the left. He was mom’s little dresser. He let mommy do anything to him. He was actually Santa Tybee in this picture – cute huh? That Christmas, mommy had bought daddy his graduation ring from college. She had tied it around his neck and he pounced in dad’s lap with his costume and the ring. It was cool. I think dad almost cried.
I told you we were three weeks when we were adopted. We were so small that both of us could fit into a coffee cup together. We were so small that mom/dad didn’t want us running around the Hotel Thompson by ourselves. So at night, she put us in a kennel in their bedroom. In the morning, she would open the kennel door and we would both run down the halls towards the kitchen for breakfast. Every day like clockwork, I would throw Tybee into the wall. He fell for it every time – HA! Dude that cat could take a push. He was the greatest.
Dad would pick us up at mom’s worky place and take care of us in the afternoons until she got home. He would feed us and then work on his master studies. He was a hoot. I gotta say my dad is so creative. He created what we refer to here as the Thunder Dome.
He would invert a laundry basket and put us under it so we could play around without getting loss. Over the weeks, me and Ty learned how to push it around so we could explore but yet still be trapped in Thunder Dome. We finally figured it out but it was a lot of fun. <<It was very similar to this picture to the right. Cool idea huh?>>
There was one time that stands out so vividly in my mind with those parents of mine. We were all watching television together and mom had let us run in the front room. They were keeping an eye on us. Mom went to the bathroom and dad was suppose to be watching us – LOL – you know all about dad’s and watching children huh? This can’t turn out good.
Well, mom came back in the room and dad was in the kitchen. She sat down and started to look around. She saw Tybee but not me. She asked daddy and he said the best words ever, “Uh oh.” They started the hunt and find mission looking under sofa’s, behind sofa’s, in the bedrooms, throughout the house and in the hallways – no Hemi. Where did I go? Mom and dad were mystified. And then the internal mother kicked into mom. She jumped up and ran to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and there I was hanging on a shelf. I looked at her and was like, “Wazup mom?” Yep, I think (A) mom almost lost it right there and then in thinking she was a bad mommy – I say thank goodness she started with us kitties and not a real child – HA and (B) I think I might have lost one of my kitty lives that day.
Every since the day in the fridge, my ears and paws stay cold. Mom and dad started calling me their Fear Factor kitty. I guess that kind of clicks with me.
And I know you are probably asking about Tybee. Tybee went over the Rainbow Bridge in late 2009. He got really sick and we learned that he had feline leukemia. It really broke all of our hearts here. I went through a lot of testing during the time and I was fine. But after his death, I have to admit I got depressed. It just wasn’t the same without my bro. Mom and dad decided that I needed a friend. So in 2010, they adopted Mouse Girl. Well, that’s a whole entirely different story we shall save for another day – LOL. Hope you enjoyed the story my friends!
That’s right – I said Egg Separation. Snorticles – Got your attention? Mom doesn’t bake a lot but when she does she always has trouble separating the eggs – you know the yokes from the whites. What were you thinking? She found this pigawesome video on YouTube and had to share. She even tried it – it really does work! In no time at all, you’ll be doing some egg separation as well. Heck, even daddy can do it… anyone know what to do with a dozen separated yokes and whites?
P.S. Bakers – you might need lots of practice. With all of that practice, you might make an abundance of treats. This piggy loves treats… hint hint. Snorts.
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.
Well, mom came back in the room and dad was in the kitchen. She sat down and started to look around. She saw Tybee but not me. She asked daddy and he said the best words ever, “Uh oh.” They started the hunt and find mission looking under sofa’s, behind sofa’s, in the bedrooms, throughout the house and in the hallways – no Hemi. Where did I go? Mom and dad were mystified. And then the internal mother kicked into mom. She jumped up and ran to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and there I was hanging on a shelf. I looked at her and was like, “Wazup mom?” Yep, I think (A) mom almost lost it right there and then in thinking she was a bad mommy – I say thank goodness she started with us kitties and not a real child – HA and (B) I think I might have lost one of my kitty lives that day.
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