See, mom/dad can eat somewhat nutritional at times… somewhat. Give me hoof on this one. This is one of dad’s favorite breakfasts that he likes to order at a local restaurant. Chicken fried chicken with white gravy on top, hashbrown casserole and fried eggs. See, somewhat good for you give or take. We are in the south so there has to be something fried on it besides the eggs. The chicken is usually very tender and the gravy on top adds another dimension. Have you ever had chicken fried chicken or hashbrown casserole? Mom loves hashbrown casserole when it’s a little bit more crispier – think the outer edges. Yummy!
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Sometimes you just get hungry. What can this oinker say? I have to maintain this gorgeous pot belly somehow – right? My posts are white and moms are green this time. Enjoy –
You know, normally this day would not bother me. BUT, thanks to daddy I’m a nervous wreck this morning. For some odd reason, mommy gave him control of the television remote last night thus he picked movie night. He picked – you got it – Friday the 13th. Mommy tried to warn me that it wasn’t pig rated and I should go to my room and watch my television. I didn’t listen because I’m a big pig. Why didn’t I listen?? After the movie, which I might add is oh so scary!, dad gently reminded me that today is Friday the 13th. Gee dad, thanks so much for that wonderful and so caring reminder.
Today’s not scary. It’s just a date, right. Repeat after me. It’s just a number. Numbers are not scary. Numbers are our friends. Right? I’m trying to convince
myself you that there is nothing wrong with today being that evil Friday the 13th. Really… it’s just a date.
There’s lots of Fridays in the month. There’s a 13th in every month. It happens every month. So what’s the big deal? Who am I trying to convince? Today is a scary day. It’s Friday the 13th! I’ve watched the movie and what has been watched can not be unwatched.
And dad, he is milking this day for all of what it is worth. He is SO not helping. I know you are just paying me back for all of the times that I have ‘barked’ and oinked at you. For all of the times that I wouldn’t share mommy with you. I know pay back is bad.
But really, I woke up to this mask hanging on my bedroom door. Are you trying to give this little pig a heart attack so early in the morning? You knew I was already flipping out with the date and the movie. Bad daddy – bad!
Then daddy, if you really are my daddy – snorts, you fixed me breakfast this morning. I should have known you were up to no good by doing that. You never fix me breakfast – always mommy. And everyone, you’re probably thinking that was real sweet of ole dad doing that, right? Until he called me for breakfast. “Jason, your breakfast is ready.” Really? You’ve gone just too far with that one dad of mine.
And then dad said to mom, “Hey, let’s go to Camp Crystal Lake this weekend?” Thud – piggy down. Dad, I will pay you back with this date. Really, I will.
Happy Friday the 13th my friends.
They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day and I agree. Mom has fixed me omelettes for breakfast and dinner. However, I’ve never had an omelette like this one before. It seems mom likes something called a Colorado Omelette. It has all kinds of wonderful yummy stuff in it – some things I can’t mention because well I’m an oinker and it wouldn’t be good for me so I’m letting mom take it from here.
For obvious reasons – this omelette is loaded. Loaded with goodness that is. It has bacon, sausage, shredded beef, ham, onions, green peppers, mushrooms and cheddar cheese. And let’s not forget to top off that deliciously wonderful omelette with salsa. Yum. Have you ever had an omelette topped with salsa? It just brings so much more to the table.
Dear Bacon – This is the pits. No, I mean it really. It’s not bad enough that my humans put these ridiculous pajamas on me. Now I have to wear the cone of shame. AND they sat me in a make shift bed which is really an old potty box with a blanket. Really? This is how they treat me. Can you give me a word of encouragement my piggy friend? Signed Cat in the Hat
Dear Cat in the Hat – You know my friend. You are looking at this all wrong. Look at it from the positive prospective. They put pajamas on you – I’m guessing – so that you wouldn’t scratch whatever you had done surgically, right? Then they put the pitiful projector on your head so you couldn’t lick or bite that particular surgical spot, right? AND then they put you in a comfortable spot with a blankie so you would be comfy. See, look at it from this perspective. Do you know what all of that adds up to this little piggy? To me, it says your humans care for you way more than you think and want you to be comfortable during this duration. Instead of looking at it from your point of view, take it from my point of view. And let me add, suck it up for all it’s worth – humans love that when they think they’ve done something to you 🙂
Dear Bacon – Can you believe my humans have the audacity to blame ‘me’ – innocent cute little ‘me’ – as stealing one of their valuable orange crunchy things they snack on while watching television? Me. There is no way they can pin this crime on me. There is no proof! Signed Cheeto
Dear Cheeto – Do me a favor my friend. Go to your nearest mirror and look at yourself. Go ahead. I’l wait. Whistles while waiting and taps hooves. Oh good you are back. Did you see that incriminating evidence on your cute little face? The orange stuff my friend. That would be evidence of eating your humans prized Cheetos. By your name, I’m thinking this is not your first run in with the law on being busted for this crime. Might I make a suggestion for future escapades? Once you have partaken of the evil Cheeto, go drink some water out of your bowl with delight. I mean slush that water around on your cute little face to wash the orange stuff off. No proof means it didn’t happen my friend. Happy eating.
Dear Bacon – I was cold. It was freezing in this house. My humans like to hang me as they so delightfully like to say. Don’t worry about us little pooches. I had to resort to the last step and wrap myself like a hot dog. It does the trick especially with the sun coming in from the window. Have you ever been this cold? Signed Cold Dog
Dear Cold Dog – WOW. I say if you’re cold, go for it my friend. I’m one of the very few here with us anipals that love it cold. I’m with my mom and like you said, we like to hang meet here at the Hotel Thompson. The colder the better. Heck, if we could skip over summer we would so do so. Stay warm my friend!
Dear Bacon – Here is my brother. He is so weird. I was looking down at the dog just minding my own business. That’s when Patches (my bro) jumped up and pulled my head up. What was so important that he wanted me to see you ask? The humans were cooking breakfast. Something smelled so delightful. They call it bacon. I’m just wondering. Do you know what this glorious smell is? Signed Matches
Dear Matches – I know exactly what that awful stuff called bacon is. It’s horrible. Such a bad thing to ever try. Some humans get addicted to it. See, that’s how bad it is for you cats. Once hooked, they can’t go back. And I for one can guarantee you that you don’t want to get hooked on that bad drug. Yeah, it’s a bad drug. Better steer far away from it my friends. I wouldn’t want it to stunt your growth or anything. Snorts!
Dear Bacon – Don’t you jussst love my new ssssweater? I got it for my birthdaysss. I just love to sssslither around the house wearing itsss. I think it makesss me ssslim and bringsss out the color of my eyessss. What do you thinksss? Signed Sexy and I Know It
Dear Sexy and I Know It – As long as YOU think you are sexy and you know it, does it really matter what anyone else thinks? You rock that sweater around your house all you want. Perhaps maybe next time your humans can get you a longer one? Keep slithering there where you are my friend.
Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –
Keeping his paws on the nuts of the world –
March 7th is NATIONAL CEREAL DAY.. you know breakfast cereal. Did you know that cereal is the most convenient form of breakfast? It’s quick and easy. Get a bowl, pour cereal, top with milk and enjoy! And, there’s so many different kinds of cereal out there! You can add fruit to it. You can top it with nuts or raisins. You can top it with granola. You can even add honey, maple syrup or crushed fruit. However you eat it, it can be a delicious way to start your day or end your day.
Now, I know this is going to be hard to believe but hang with me for just a minute. That pig – you know the one they call Bacon on this blog. This is a picture of his piggy chow in his breakfast bowl that he gets every morning. Do you know what the little oinker has on top of his piggy chow? Anyone – anyone at all? Cheerios! Can you believe that?! Even Bacon will be enjoying this day like all others with a topping of Cheerios on his piggy chow. He doesn’t care what kind, he likes them all! Regular, chocolate, banana nut, multi-grain, dulce de leche, peanut butter – all of them!
I mean think about it. Cheerios are not just for the heart conscious adults – it’s for the little man too. He has to watch his heart and health so he can be here for a very long time as well. Bacon and his mom eat their Cheerios together every morning… of course his mother doesn’t have piggy chow added to hers which is good to know.
So on this National Cereal Day, enjoy a nice bowl of cereal – perhaps even Cheerios and think about the little pig.
OH – And don’t you just LOVE Bacon’s dads special spoon for his cereal eating habits?
Dear Bacon – I’m not sure about you but my accountant really bites. He’s got a bad attitude and is always thinking numbers. I don’t get it. Why can’t accountants have pleasant personalities – maybe joke around a bit. I think that would really show a better enthusiasm for their job. I mean we are talking about my money, it may not be a lot but it is mine. I thought I would show you a pic of my guy. I have to admit though, he’s good. He chomps down and sets to work on that keyboard. He looks for everything he can find to deduct. If you ever need a good accountant, let me know okay. Signed Frogger
Dear Frogger – Well my, my, my. Your ‘guy’ does look very – how can I say it – professional in what he does. I see what you mean by his serious look. He does have a stern don’t mess with me kind of disposition. Maybe the numbers bring it out in him? Maybe bring him a gift next time – some swamp water or some Lubriderm lotion. I’ve heard that lotion does wonders for tough skin.
Dear Bacon – My favorite time of the day is in this picture. It’s early morning and it’s breakfast time! They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Trust me. It is. And you know what. Milk does a body good. My little legs will grow strong and my ‘moo’ will be coming out soon. Cause you know what they say? You got to moo-moo it. HA! I made a funny. I told you breakfast is important – it starts my day like awesome. Signed Tina
Dear Tina – Shaking my head. You are right. Breakfast is very important not to miss in starting your day. That’s why every day, I start off with my piggy chow and Cheerios. I gotta keep my figure in check and my cholesterol down. This piggy has places to travel!
Dear Bacon – Don’t you hate it when uninvited solicitors show up at your door? Take for instance, I was settled down reading my magazines and newspaper. You know the typical Sunday leisure day. Then Bob showed up selling God only knows what. I told him I wasn’t interested in and he kept on roaring. How rude! I finally just had to turn and walk away. Maybe he got the hint then. Geez, some anipals huh? Signed Tigger
Dear Tigger – Please don’t send Bob my way. It’s bad enough when solicitors come into our hood. They don’t even come to our crib anymore. Too many times they have showed up and after seeing moi answer the door, they got scared and turned away. I don’t get it. I was just in the doorway with daddy answering the door. Who cares that he was wearing his Sponge Bob underwear. Shakes head.
Dear Bacon – Be glad that you don’t have a desk job little piggy. In this picture, it was a Friday at 4:45 pm – almost time for the weekend to start. The head guy showed up in my doorway and wanted a report that was going to take at least an hour to finish and he needed it that night. WTD? Really? You waited all day to tell me this at 4:45 pm? Shakes dog head – some people have no tact. Signed Bruiser
Dear Bruiser – OMP! I so understand. Mom has been done this way a time or two. I’ll tell you what I tell her when she calls and tells us she is going to be late. It sucks and it’s unfair! I hope you got some overtime for staying over my friend.
Remember my friends. Dear Bacon can’t happen without *you*. Please continue to email me your letters and pictures ❤