Dear Bacon – You talk about having your own room. All 8 of us have to share a room and this is our kitty bunk beds. It gets kind of crowded and you really can’t stretch out… let alone snuggling up to any kind of a blanket or pillow. We even heard that the kitties at the Hotel Thompson sleep in a ‘real’ bed. Is that true?? Signed Eight is Enough
Dear Eight is Enough – WOW – that is a tall kitty bunk bed there. I would think that stretching out on the floor would be more freedom than confined to that little compartment. Is it first come, first served or is everyone assigned their ‘bed’? Make the best out of it my little purr things! Enjoy the moments in life where you can. P.S. Yes the purr things here get to sleep with mom and dad on their select comfort bed. Rotten aren’t they? … like I don’t know nothing about being rotten… snort.
Dear Bacon – I hear the “V” word… you know “vet”. I tried to hide but the master found me like this. What do you think I should do next time? Signed Hide N Seek
Dear Hide N Seek – Well first of all, next time hide under something that you can actually ‘hide’ underneath. Just because you can’t see your master doesn’t mean your master can’t see you. Follow me? But hey on the other hand, that is really a cute picture of your captain quarters – snort – LOL.
Dear Bacon – Sometimes the best things in life are when we sit back, relax and reflect on life. You know, don’t sweat the small stuff. I have a favorite rock that I like to sun myself on and reflect.
It helps me to keep stress free and ponder my life in general. Signed Pondering Ribbit
Dear Pondering Ribbit – WOW – Well you do look relaxed my green friend. I tried meditation in my bedroom. I just couldn’t get my mind to quit focusing on running and eating though.
Perhaps I will try again. Stay green my friend.
Dear Bacon – I’m the sheriff here in these parts. Bark Bark – you think I fit the part? I may be small but I’m a force to be reckoned with! Signed Walking Small with a Big Bark
Dear Walking Small with a Big Bark – I think you can possibly get away with it – you are just too cute with that hat on!!
And those big brown eyes, yeah, I would let you arrest me. Snort.
P.S. I’ve seen some political people on the television. I think you have a shot just like everyone else! Be firm but be fair – that should be your motto.
Dear Bacon – My master is always telling me, “Safety first”. Every time we go on a road trip, she straps me in. Other dogs don’t get strapped in. Signed Wanna be Free
Dear Wanna be Free – If all of the other barky things jumped off a cliff, would you? If they all got taken to the doggy jail…AKA pound… would you want to go too? Your human cares for you with all of their heart and doesn’t want anything to happen to you. I say go with it little man. Enjoy the extra treatment. P.S. I’ll try to hide this picture from my mom. The next thing I know, she will be buckling Houdini into a carseat like this.
This is me friends from last weekend. I was worn out. Not from running, playing or chasing Hemi or Bacon. Nope not anything fun at all. I had just gotten back home from the three lettered bad place – V.E.T. Before I go further, let me discuss something with you humans. Us anipals know how to spell. You don’t have to spell V.E.T. We know that is the place that we all despise. I mean really. Buy us a drink first. Get to know us if you will before you violate our captains quarters. I’m just saying and I think I speak for everyone on that private matter. So on this date, I was visiting our vet for my yearly shots. How those yearly shots get here so fast! Being a Yorkshire Terrier, I can admit that our breed is a little… how should I say it….nervous about these things. Yeah, that’s the perfect word. So before I get my shots and the doctor feels me up, the staff usually gives me a little Benadryl to cut the edge to calm my inner Yorkie down. So there I was one shot of Benadryl in my rump and I am chilling in my dad’s arms. And might I add, I didn’t bark, whimper and growl at that shot. I was a good boy. So there I am chilling and the lady doctor finally comes in. Mom/dad and the doctor are talking and the doctor tells daddy she is going to take me away from him for a couple of moments. Now comes the good part. As the doctor reaches out to get me, daddy barks and growls at her! Seriously – the dude growled and barked!! Rolls with puppy laughter. For an older lady, the doctor sure did jump pretty high. I was greatly impressed. Of course mom fussed at daddy. I just laughed and got excited for a few minutes…. that is until I saw the doctor going towards my captains quarters. I ended up getting two more shots – again with no barking, growling or whimpering. I was a good pooch mom said. So good that I got to go by the pet store on the way home to pick out a new toy. Daddy on the other hand didn’t get a toy because of his growling/barking.
Dear Bacon – Help! Let alone I had to get a bath. Let alone they wrapped me up like a tight burrito so much so that my tongue hung out. Then the human had to take my picture. Really? I can’t even fight it I’m wrapped so tight. Any thoughts on how to handle this fiasco? Signed Burrito in Training
Dear Burrito in Training – Let’s look at this on a positive note. Your humans love you so much that they (1) bathed you; (2) wrapped you up to dry you so you wouldn’t get sick in this awful cold weather and then (3) took a pic of you. Sounds to me like they are working hard towards next years Christmas cards. You can never plan too far in advance my friend. So this is what you do. Wait for them to go to sleep – you know the snoring, tongue hanging out and drooling from the mouth. Then take their picture to replace yours. Simple as that. Snorts.
Dear Bacon – I’m not sure about you but us dogs, we can spell. We know exactly what you are spelling when you say V.E.T. I’m not the kind of dog that runs but you spell V.E.T. and I’m gone like the speed of light. Nobody likes those guys at the V.E.T. office – I don’t care how many treats you get. What say you Bacon? Signed G.O.N.E.
Dear G.O.N.E. – I concur. Nobody likes the peeps at the vet’s office. No way! I mean my goodness they think giving you a treat makes up for the violation they give to your captain’s quarters – I don’t think so. I mean heck, at least you can buy me a Mint Julep or something first – snorts with piggy laughter.
Dear Bacon – This should serve the human for leaving their camera phone on last night. I left them a little something to find on their camera roll. What do you think – do I have it or what? Signed Hot for Hollywood
Dear Hot for Hollywood – Oh absolutely my friend. How could anyone resist that cute little face and tongue? I wish I could be a fly on the wall when your human finds that picture on their camera phone. I bet they laugh and then oohh and aaaww for hours!
Dear Bacon – I don’t get it. I live in the south and every time someone new sees me, they say, “Bless his little heart.” I don’t get it. What does that exactly mean. You live in the south – do you get that often? Signed This is My Happy Face
Dear This is My Happy Face – You see here in the south, that is a term of endearment. Peeps often say that for no apparent reason. I’ve heard peeps tell this to babies, older peeps, anipals and to each other. I don’t think they mean anything by it. Nope not at all. How could they? I look at you and see a masculine little guy that is going somewhere in the world. You just accept that term as a compliment, hold your head up high and march right on into 2016!
Dear Bacon – I was asleep – you know taking one of many naps during the day. I had my little hoodie on for some added heat. My human woke me up and said, “Say Cheese?” All my tummy heard was cheese so I stuck my tongue out. Don’t you know that was the moment my mom decided to snap my pic. Why – tell me why – do these humans do this? Signed Sticking Tongue Out
Dear Sticking Tongue Out – Personally I think sometimes the humans try to catch us off guard in an attempt to get an amusing look from us for their cameras. Every once in a while, I let mom *think* she has me and I do something for her amusement. What can I say? It keeps the humans happy therefore we get more treats. I say play it for all its worth my friend. Work it!
Remember my friends – Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU. Please continue to email me your letters and pictures ❤
Go ahead, I know you sung those words in your head. Admit it. I’m okay with it. I won’t tell anyone whatsoever – snort.
Mom is *always* telling me that I have the cutest little derriere. I have to kind of agree to that. Although personally, I do believe my tail is slighly off centered… just a bit. Not that I spend too many long hours in my bedroom looking at my captains quarters in the mirror. I mean that would be weird, right? PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud).
Now you want to see my behinney, don’t you. To see what I’m talking about.
Look at the picture and see what you think of my captains quarters.
My tail is slightly to the right a bit before it curves down. Do you see it? I mean as far as tails go, that is a striking tail. Very long, nice little white fur at the end that is braidable – not that I would know anything about that.
And trust me, when I’m happy I can make that tail go! It swings so fast back and forth, that mom tells me I’m going to take off flying. See, it’s true – pigs with enough thrust can fly!
Thoughts on my back side? Please share – this oinker needs a pick me up on his body image.
Go ahead, I know you sung those words in your head. Admit it. I’m okay with it. I won’t tell anyone whatsoever – snort.
Mom is *always* telling me that I have the cutest little derriere. I have to kind of agree to that. Although personally, I do believe my tail is slighly off centered… just a bit. Not that I spend too many long hours in my bedroom looking at my captains quarters in the mirror. I mean that would be weird, right? PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud).
Now you want to see my behinney, don’t you. To see what I’m talking about.
Look at the picture and see what you think of my captains quarters.
My tail is slightly to the right a bit before it curves down. Do you see it? I mean as far as tails go, that is a striking tail. Very long, nice little white fur at the end that is braidable – not that I would know anything about that.
And trust me, when I’m happy I can make that tail go! It swings so fast back and forth, that mom tells me I’m going to take off flying. See, it’s true – pigs with enough thrust can fly!
Thoughts on my back side? Please share – this oinker needs a pick me up on his body image. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy with my body. I’ve worked hard at it. But if I’m going to get a girl one day, I gotta be handsome. 🙂
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.
I hear the “V” word… you know “vet”. I tried to hide but the master found me like this. What do you think I should do next time? Signed Hide N Seek
Dear Bacon – Sometimes the best things in life are when we sit back, relax and reflect on life. You know, don’t sweat the small stuff. I have a favorite rock that I like to sun myself on and reflect.
Dear Bacon – My master is always telling me, “Safety first”. Every time we go on a road trip, she straps me in. Other dogs don’t get strapped in. Signed Wanna be Free
Dear Bacon – I was asleep – you know taking one of many naps during the day. I had my little hoodie on for some added heat. My human woke me up and said, “Say Cheese?” All my tummy heard was cheese so I stuck my tongue out. Don’t you know that was the moment my mom decided to snap my pic. Why – tell me why – do these humans do this? Signed Sticking Tongue Out
Piglove 
