Welcome my friends to October – we all know what that means. It’s time for Bacon’s Spooktoberfest! A month full of things that go bump in the middle of the night. The strange noises that vibrate through the house. The kind of eerie creepiness that settles in that you just want to run to your room and hide under your bed… Shivers. I almost scared myself. So friends stay tuned to my blog for excitement. This year, we are doing things a little different. We are writing a continuous story for 31 days of Bacon’s Spooktoberfest. So if you miss a day, you can catch up. Have a fun and scary month sweet friends.
And don’t worry, you can always hold my hoof.
The weird box is making noises. None of us anipals will go anywhere close to it. Mom/dad brought it back with them yesterday and took it to their bedroom. And they weren’t gone as long as what we thought they would be. Something really weird is going on here at the Hotel Thompson. There’s lot of whispers. Lot’s of secrets between mom/dad for some reason. We don’t get it. Help us our friends to figure this out. This could be the spookiest Halloween month ever.
Welcome my friends to October – we all know what that means. It’s time for Bacon’s Spooktoberfest! A month full of things that go bump in the middle of the night. The strange noises that vibrate through the house. The kind of eerie creepiness that settles in that you just want to run to your room and hide under your bed… Shivers. I almost scared myself. So friends stay tuned to my blog for excitement. This year, we are doing things a little different. We are writing a continuous story for 31 days of Bacon’s Spooktoberfest. So if you miss a day, you can catch up. Have a fun and scary month sweet friends.
And don’t worry, you can always hold my hoof.
Okay not funny. Whoever is doing this, needs stop now.
The rain started again last night around midnight. That’s right. Straight from the hells of hot Summer and let’s jump into the rainy nights of winter. Fall where are you? Mother Nature – what drugs are you taking?
We were all in the living room together. Finally the electricity had come back on and we were watching Jeff Dunham on the comedy channel. How could one possibly be scared of a man talking to himself with his hand up a dummies butt? Right?
And then all of our phones went off that we received text messages – all at the same time anonymous of course – with this lovely picture. We all looked at the basement door like yeah right and ran to my bedroom. That’s where camped out the rest of the night. This staying by ourselves is crap. Yep I said it. Crap! And Hemi was with us and his fur was standing up on edge. It can’t be him, can it?
Welcome my friends to October – we all know what that means. It’s time for Bacon’s Spooktoberfest! A month full of things that go bump in the middle of the night. The strange noises that vibrate through the house. The kind of eerie creepiness that settles in that you just want to run to your room and hide under your bed… Shivers. I almost scared myself. So friends stay tuned to my blog for excitement. This year, we are doing things a little different. We are writing a continuous story for 31 days of Bacon’s Spooktoberfest. So if you miss a day, you can catch up. Have a fun and scary month sweet friends.
And don’t worry, you can always hold my hoof.
A creaky door? You know that kind that you hear sometimes in a scary movie – gulps. The long eerie squeak that you just know something is going to happen. Where did it come from? I oinked. Houdini came into the living room. Good, he heard it too. We both jump on the sofa together. Where is that noise coming from and where the heck is that flea bag of a evil purr thing that lives here?
It has to be that stupid purr thing making that noise. No Houdini, it doesn’t sound like the opening of the lid of a coffin. Where do you come up with these things? It’s Hemi.
There it goes again…. sreecchh. We both looked at the same time. It’s at the front door. Whatever it is, we can hear it now clawing to get in at the front door through the storm door. Gulps. We both tunneled under the blanket peaking out at one end. How is Hemi doing this?
Welcome my friends to October – we all know what that means. It’s time for Bacon’s Spooktoberfest! A month full of things that go bump in the middle of the night. The strange noises that vibrate through the house. The kind of eerie creepiness that settles in that you just want to run to your room and hide under your bed… Shivers. I almost scared myself. So friends stay tuned to my blog for excitement. This year, we are doing things a little different. We are writing a continuous story for 31 days of Bacon’s Spooktoberfest. So if you miss a day, you can catch up. Have a fun and scary month sweet friends.
And don’t worry, you can always hold my hoof.
The rain continues. With a full moon. One of these days Mother Nature, you are going to want something from us. Nana called to check on us – left a lovely message on the voice mail. We are just fine. Mom/Dad fed us this morning and we are big kids now. But the storm – the storm needs to stop.
The lightning is loud too. It rumbles the Hotel Thompson. About an hour ago, the electricity started flickering on/off. And it got really dark outside. Oh sure – go ahead kick us while we are down. Do you know how hard it is for three anipals not to get into trouble with nothing to do in the house? Nothing to keep us occupied by the sounds of thunder and occasional patches of light from the lightning. And you know what else happens in the dark?
You hear every.single.noise.
Hemi is suppose to be the elite one light on his feet. Hogwash! Seriously, that cat sounds like a freaking elephant walking up and down the hallway. And every little floorboard that can creaked, has creaked this afternoon. I mean like weird creak. Even the frogs aren’t singing outside tonight. Even Houdini was in the kitchen a while ago but with the lightning it looked like his shadow was ten feet tall! It about gave me a heart attack! And believe me, it scared Hemi too. He jumped in the air and twisted around flying back down to the bedroom. He won’t admit it. But he was scared – I’m sure it took one of his nine lives. And hey I’m pig enough to admit it – it scared me. I almost tinkled on myself.
What was that noise? It sounded like a squeak… like a door of some sort. Gulps. What the cream cheese?
Welcome my friends to October 1, 2018 – we all know what that means. It’s time for Bacon’s Spooktoberfest! A month full of things that go bump in the middle of the night. The strange noises that vibrate through the house. The kind of eerie creepiness that settles in that you just want to run to your room and hide under your bed… Shivers. I almost scared myself. So friends stay tuned to my blog for excitement. This year, we are doing things a little different. We are writing a continuous story for 31 days of Bacon’s Spooktoberfest. So if you miss a day, you can catch up. Have a fun and scary month sweet friends.
And don’t worry, you can always hold my hoof.
Meows – This being left alone for the entire weekend could be a blast! Bacon and Houdini can have their spaces. I want the big bed in mom/dad’s room. That is like the happening place here in the Hotel Thompson. I can watch my Investigative Discovery television channel and bring on all of my kibbles in there. Nana can wait on my paws when she comes to feed us. I may even purr at her once/twice just so she thinks I care… even though I don’t – evil purrs. It’s what I do. Wait a minute, I just got a text with a video. Who would be sending me a video? The number says unknown. That’s weird.
Shivers to meow mercy! Who in the heck would send me something like this?! It has to be that pig. Yep, nods head. It has to be Bacon trying to get my fur to stand up. It just has to be him wanting to see me get frightened. As if. This cat doesn’t do scared. I’ll show that pig. I’m not going to say a word.
Dear Bacon,
You’ve caught us. This is what we do when the humans aren’t looking. ssshh – kind of keep it to yourself okay. You’re welcomed to join us anytime – just bring your lightsaber. Signed Squirrel Wars
Dear Squirrel Wars,
Hey – I’m in! This looks like fun. Party in the back of the Hotel Thompson this weekend. I’ll call Journalist Rocky the Squirrel to get the invites out. Thanks my friends!
Dear Bacon,
Part of fitting in is the disguise. I’ve been hanging out on the pier now for two whole days and no one has noticed me. I think it’s the hat – maybe the fishing rod. So I now know the answer to life’s greatest problem – blend in with the humans. What do you think? You want me to get you a rod and hat to come out with me? Signed BirdGilligan
Dear BirdGilligan,
WOW! I’m glad you told me who you were, I would have never guessed it! You do blend in so well. I’m wondering if I wore that outfit would humans ever think it was me? How about I try to meet you soon and we can test that theory? But first of all, I have to ask. Can you lift 45 pounds? Because if the humans catch on, you gotta get me out of there before they start looking at you as a two piece and me as bar-be-que. Shivers.
Dear Bacon,
I’m in the police academy trying out for a police officer. I think I have the gun stance down. You think? Why don’t you come join me? I’ve heard it runs in your family and perhaps someone in the family can put in a good word for us? Signed Stop or I’ll Shoot
Dear Stop or I’ll Shoot,
That is a good stance. I’m impressed. I don’t think that I’m ‘police officer’ material in that way though. My hooves – well they just get in the way when I try to hold some heat. I’m more of a Pig9… you know something like a K9 but with me, an oinker. With this snout, I think I can be trained to smell out all of the bad things out there. But hey, what if we were partners? You the bad cop and me the good cop – raises eyebrows. That would work partner!
Dear Bacon,
HELP! There’s something on my noise and I can’t see it. It tickles. Hurry, what is it? Is it dangerous?! Signed Crossed Eyes
Dear Crossed Eyes,
Snort giggles. Never fear my purr friend. It’s just a lady bug. They are good luck. I think she likes you. Maybe be nice to her and make a new friend. There’s nothing to harm you little guy.
.
Dear Bacon,
I think me and my friend are twins! We both have some of the same characteristics – you know like being devious and mischievous – purr laugh. I think it’s the constant smile that pulls the humans into our lives. There’s only one small, tiny, little difference. My friend can reshape his body to frighten peeps. I can almost do that… not the way he does but I’m learning. Signed Cheshire in Training
Dear Cheshire in Training,
WOW – I almost couldn’t tell the difference between you two. That smile – it’s almost identical my friend. Perhaps you can play his stunt double in real life? That’s always an idea. Just think of the fame and fortune you would have. Carry on my friend and keep smiling.
Dear Bacon,
They say that we can all stand on our heads. I don’t know. I think I may be vertically challenged or maybe my head is not flat enough. I just can’t seem to be able to do it all the way with my back legs straight up. It throws me off balance. Can you do it? Signed Not Happening
Dear Not Happening,
Never dear friend. Sometimes we are just not built to do these weird things that you see the humans partake. I can’t stand on my head. This pot belly of mine knocks me off center every time. And my mom, even though she’s human, she can’t do it either. Don’t try to be like everyone else. Make your own path and be happy – leave the sitting to your bottom.
Dear Bacon,
There’s always that one idiot that has to pop in your picture. Can you relate? I was minding my own business in this shot. I just wanted it to look halfway decent to post on my Pet Harmony dating profile. Signed Available
Dear Available,
Yep. I know exactly what you are talking about. Hemi, the purr thing here at the Hotel Thompson, thinks he should be in every camera shot. He is always photo bombing my pictures. Just keep smiling. Pay back can really be tortuous for our sidekicks. Right? Maybe sign up your friend as well on Pet Harmony and post his picture – of course with your picture cropped out. Snort giggles.
Dear Bacon,
It’s a wonderful thing to have such great friends. Out in the pasture, sometimes I just get tuckered out. That’s my good buddy will help me out and let me take a nap. Isn’t that nice of him? Signed Sleepy on the Road
Dear Sleepy on the Road,
That is an excellent friend. I can’t say that I’ve ever seen that kind of friendship before. You are most definitely one lucky little guy!
Dear Bacon,
I coach a soccer team on the weekends. We are always looking for a few new team players. You ever think about playing? I’ve heard that snout of yours can be classified as a deadly weapon.
We could use a player like you. What do you say? Signed Coach Jones of Team Anipals
Dear Coach Jones of Team Anipals,
That sounds like a great deal of fun. I’m In to give it a shot. This snout is very wicked and these hooves are very fast!!
Dear Bacon,
I think I need some anti wrinkle cream. Every time I wake up, I have more wrinkles! Soon, you’ll just see one giant sloppy dog. What can a pooch do? Please help. Signed Wrinkles
Dear Wrinkles,
As Lady Gaga once said, “Just put your paws up, Cause you were born this way, baby”. Embrace the way you are and don’t try to fight it my friend. Be happy in your own wrinkles.
Who could ask for a better day? The first Sunday of August is always Friendship Day. Isn’t that a wonderful day to celebrate? What is better than friends – whether they come in the human form or the animal form. Friends are always there with us in good times and in bad times, to share special moments in our lives. Sometimes all it takes is just a smile, holding a hand, a hug or just an ear or shoulder to cry on.
Friendship Day should be celebrated by phone, in person or by reaching out in an email or blog. You don’t have to live next door to show someone how much you care. Express your friendship in some way today and show the ones that you love what they mean to you.
NOTE FROM PIGLOVE –
We here at Piglove would like to tell all of our friends here how much we love and appreciate them. You put up with our silliness, our sometimes seriousness (although it doesn’t happen often) and our whack-o ways. We started Piglove as an outlet to share memories of Bacon… a cute little miniature pot bellied pig. You have helped me to personally grow and do something that I love, to write and make people laugh. I would like to take this time on Friendship Day and tell each and everyone of you – Thank You for being our friends. We cherish our times, our talks, our emails and phone calls. We cherish your ‘go with this’ attitude when we come up with something whacky and new. You can never imagine how much your friendship means to us. Here’s to another year of great posting, inter-action with our friends and much laughter – Bacon’s humans
Dear Bacon – If it’s good enough to put the crying thing in to settle them down, why can’t I get in it too? It seems like the screaming miniature human gets a lot of attention in this contraption. I don’t seem to be getting the same kind. Why? Can you explain that to me? Signed Dogsad
Dear Dogsad – Aaww – you poor thing. I’m really sorry that you feel left out. I really am. Right now though, your humans are going through a lot with the small human. This will pass when they don’t have to be so fussy with them. You just be patient and stay cute my friend.
Dear Bacon – This means WAR! There I was hanging out on the sofa after a really rough day of chasing the mailman and squirrels. I was minding my own business, had my feet popped up and was enjoying a nice glass of 2012 Francis Ford Coppola Pinot Noir. Then the lights started flashing. My dad took this picture of me and put it all over the internet – he’s even talking about Christmas cards?! I will be ruined! What can I do? Signed Sparky
Dear Sparky – Give me a second friend… snorts and squeals ridiculously loud in a paper bag. Okay, I’m back. Breathes in to get my bearing. What you need to do Sparky is get a hold of that camera. Delete the picture is tops. Then you need to get on the human’s computer and start deleting. I would wait until the humans all asleep and then pounce into action.
Dear Bacon –
If you’re happy and you know it, throw your hooves in the air. If you’re happy and you know it, look so cute. If you’re happy and you know it then your face will surely show it. If you’re happy and you know it, throw your hooves in the air! Signed Cute as a Lamb
Dear Cute as a Lamb –
I’m off now to throw my hooves up in the air! You look as adorable as well me! Have a great one my friend and thanks for sharing!
❤
Dear Bacon – When the humans asked me if I wanted a pancake and I said yes, this is not what I meant. I wanted a pancake to eat not wear. What in the world were they thinking?! Signed Panbunny
Dear Panbunny – I could teach you a trick with that pancake sitting on your head my friend. My daddy taught me how to flip it off of my head and into my mouth. You can do it – I know you can!
Happy eats.
Dear Bacon – SQUEAL! Look what I made! Mini-me’s! Aren’t they just too cute?! Signed Surprised
Dear Surprised – They are totally adorable my friend!! So very cute. They look just like you… well except for the bright eyed, bushy tailed, surprise look – snorts.
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.
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.
Okay not funny. Whoever is doing this, needs stop now.
ou know that kind that you hear sometimes in a scary movie – gulps. The long eerie squeak that you just know something is going to happen. Where did it come from? I oinked. Houdini came into the living room. Good, he heard it too. We both jump on the sofa together. Where is that noise coming from and where the heck is that flea bag of a evil purr thing that lives here?
Piglove 