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Dear Bacon – We are all trying to do everything we can this time of the year to make more money for Christmas.  I’m working on chaperoning humans around that kind of party too much.  Hey, it’s just one of those things of giving and caring you know.  And don’t worry.  Those that I pick up don’t remember me driving them anywhere let alone the money I take out of their wallet – barks!  Signed Duber

Dear Duber – Dude that is an awesome service.  And you are right, no one will remember the great service that you are rendering.  Stay safe my pal and drive between the lines!


 Dear Bacon – It’s going to get cold soon in these parts.  I gotta make sure we have enough wood for the fireplace to keep the house nice and toasty.  When the humans go to work, so do I!  But don’t worry, safety first with this ax.  Signed Lineman of the County

Dear Lineman of the County – AWESOME!  Bravo – bravo – bravo my friend.  That is some thinking of ahead to make sure you stay warm.  And if the humans stay warm – that means you get more play time and treats.  That is a most excellent idea.

P.S.  You know where I can get some of those boots in a pig size 3?


Dear Bacon –  Talk about a hart day.  I’m telling you beautiful life is so hard some days keeping up with all of the activities this time of the year.  There’s the hairballs to fuss up.  There’s the dogs to keep in line.  There’s the hiding from the yearly Christmas card that goes out.  There’s the singing at midnight to be scheduled.  There’s the pouncing on the keyboards when the humans want computer time.  Sigh – see – it’s a hard life being this good.  I just want to kick back in my recliner at the end of the day with a glass of wine.  How do you keep your sanity?  Signed Kitty Pinot Noir

Dear Kitty Pinot Noir – WOW – You make happiness look so good my little purr friend.  When you put everything down the way you did, your life is active.  I myself try to take many, MANY naps during the day.  This keeps me sprite and ready for mom when she returns home at the end of the day from her worky place.  Cause we all know that when the homes get home, it’s game time!


Dear Bacon – It’s that time of the year!  Finally all of the great movies come on television that scream HOLIDAYS.  This is me from over the weekend.  I looked at the television guide that morning and saw that my movie of the season was coming on that night.  Got in my jammies, took out my contacts and had the popcorn ready for my netflix and chill – HOME ALONE.  Dude, can that Kevin scream or what?  I absolutely love that movie.  It just shouts Merry Christmas!!  Signed Dog Alone

Dear Dog Alone – OMP!  That’s one of my mom’s favorites too.  She says it’s not Christmas time until she watches that movie on television.  What a coincidence you two have.  I say go for it my friend and make the holidays happen for you.  I myself love to watch Rudolph every year.  That is my Christmas show to start the season.  Enjoy and be safe!


REMEMBER my friends – Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU.  Please continue to send me your letters and pictures to my email.  Thanks!

 
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Posted by on 12/08/2015 in Bacon, Dear Bacon

 

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Mom/Dad You Have Some Explaining To Do

  If you don’t know much about anything else about me by this point, you have to know that my humans are strange… unpredictable if you will. They are *always* getting into some type of trouble.  They are always going out and about unchaperoned.  And there is no telling what chaos they cause anywhere they go.  You don’t believe me still?

  Let’s take a look at example 1 to the left here.   Okay let’s assume I was snooping and found this on mom’s iPhone under pictures.  What?  I didn’t say that I did it.  I said just assume… looks innocent.  Let’s get back to the point shall we.  Tell me this my friends.  Have you ever been in a restaurant where there was such ‘stuff’ hanging around?  I mean is it me or a skull riding a motorcycle kind of eccentric or pushing the envelope just a bit?  Let alone mom/dad told me that this place was adults only and you had to be 21 years of age to enter and eat.  Now I understand why.  This restaurant is called the Vortex Bar and Grill and mom even did a blog about it on her food blog here.  It has great food… not that this oinker got a piggy bag to go or anything.  Snorts – way to go mom/dad.

When I saw this picture above, I was like cool a skull.  Then I looked further and longer at the picture.  Then I was like – what the pig is that?!  And more importantly – why is it hanging on the wall wearing Mardi Gras beads?  What the heck did it do to get those beads?  Of course seeing one of my ancestors ‘mounted’ on a wall got me squealing to the high heavens above and mom had to come to my bedroom to see what the problem was.  I mean heck, it’s not every day you see this, right?

Mom saw what I was squealing about and sat down on my toddler bed with me for ‘a talk’.  First up was the talk about not snooping… hey I said assume but I guess I just got busted huh?  Mom mentioned something about privacy and some things I shouldn’t see – blah blah blah – and sometimes things seen or heard can not be now unseen or unheard – blah blah blah.

Okay mom got it.  Please explain why one of my ancestors is on the wall wearing beads.  Honestly, she didn’t know why but she explained to me that this animal was called a boar.  There are several different classes of boars and mostly run wild.  We are related through the ancestry leaves.  He is kind of a mascot of sorts at this restaurant.  Okay that’s cool.  He lives on in fame still kind of smiling if you look at the grin on his face.  I wonder if that is because of the lack of somewhat clothing the waitresses wear in this alternative bar?  Or is because of the different people he sees throughout the day from lawyers to bikers?  But I still have to ask. Why is he wearing beads?  What do you think is the story behind that my friends?  You know this piggy has an inquiring mind.

 

 
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Posted by on 06/18/2015 in Bacon

 

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Dancing Cat Christmas

Oh my friends – guess who has been out again unchaperoned together?  This is what I found on mom’s iPhone.  OMP (Oh my pig!)  They are so going to get in trouble one day – snorts.  You just can’t touch that!

 
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Posted by on 12/20/2014 in 25 Days of Christmas, Bacon

 

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I Can Spell Daddy

  Poor daddy.  Maybe he needs some lessons in spelling – snorts.  I’m not sure but as usual I’m getting ahead of myself.  Let me back up just a bit my friends.

This past weekend, my mom and dad went out unchaperoned again.  Sigh – you know this means trouble somehow someway – snorts.  It was early in the morning and when they came back they were groaning about being full.  Mom said she ate too much and dad was heading for the Mylanta.  Glutinous I’m telling you.  I mean *I* would never overeat… double snorts.  I don’t know where they get that from.

Later in the day, daddy was talking to mommy and he started spelling.  At first, I was like that’s great daddy.  You are really coming along with those big words.  Then I realized what he was spelling and I was like wait a minute.  He kept at it though, talking to mommy and spelling B-A-C-O-N.  Why was he spelling my name?

It didn’t make sense to me to spell out my name, rub their bellies and talk about how good it was.  This piggy was terribly confused during the conversation.  And then dad asked mommy if she took the picture and she said yes.  So then I just knew there had to be a picture of something on mom’s cell phone.  Then mommy mentioned my cousin Sammy  and how he has B-A-C-O-N every Saturday.  With this, I just *knew* something was up.

I mean Sammy eats bacon every Saturday and then it dawned on me.  They were eating P.I.G.  Gulp – that’s why daddy was spelling.  This can’t be good.  I mean daddy was like overjoyed about how something tasted so wonderful that morning.  What in the heck could it be coming from a P.I.G. that tasted good?  I couldn’t imagine… cause you know Hemi has bitten me before and then spit because I didn’t taste good.  So this little oinker had a mission to get ahold of mom’s cell phone when she wasn’t looking.

After she went to take a nap, I pignapped that cell phone and started reviewing pictures.  OMP (oh my pig!)  My eyes!  What has been seen can not be unseen now.  The horror of seeing this B-A-C-O-N that dad kept spelling out.  Not only was it pig but it was FRIED.  Thud – piggy down.  We are in the south and I know we fry everything but really people – bacon?!  I don’t know if I should be afraid for my life now here at the Hotel Thompson or slightly intrigued as to the taste – shivers.  Help me out friends.  Here is the evidence.

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Posted by on 04/10/2014 in Bacon

 

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