Paw Time with Houdini

Barks!  Another week down and YAY! for the upcoming weekend my friends.  I hope all of you had an outstanding week.  Mom is finally back up to feeling better – we are so glad here at the Hotel Thompson.  Don’t you just hate it when the mommy is feeling bad?  Bacon finally got her persuaded to send off some gift packages this week too.  Hopefully they will be arriving in the next couple of weeks.  We had a great Going Away Party for Bashful and Chip before he sailed off to places unknown for their next adventure.  Where or where will they land?

Last week I told you about mommy taking me to a new groomer.  I went last Saturday and it’s great to report that I loved it!  Usually I have a little bit of mommy anxiety when she leaves me or I can’t see her.  But the day of my new groom visit, she dropped me off and not one little whimper or bark out of me.  Not one.  See, I was a big dog.

This picture of me to the left wearing my green shirt was my “before” picture.  Can you believe that I had just been groomed by my old groomer like three weeks before?  You can’t even tell!  I like to have the shorter hair because that way my shirts and other clothes fit better.

So mom, dropped me off at my new groomer shop called Poodles by Bob (who by the way does all kinds of dogs – not just poodles) and picked me up after running some errands.  Below you will see my “after” pictures.  I think they did a fantastic job, don’t you?  I especially like how they layered my legs so that my fur doesn’t get all tangled with my clothes.

 

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Well that’s all for me my friends – yawns – I hope you had a wonderful week as well.  Happy weekend!

 

Shopping, Weekend, Pet Rocks and Such

Oh my sweet friends – I hope you had a wonderful LONG weekend – a happy one with lots of rest and relaxation.  I did – snorts – but I can’t say the same for my humans.  You see, my humans have been slackers lately.  There I said it and they know it’s true.  Mom has been playing catch up with so many things that she has been juggling in her life.  Finally, I had to sit her down this weekend and have a human to piggy talk with her.  She has to catch up… like NOW.  So Saturday, I made her finish doing some shopping for me.  I have so many things to get sent out… you know a piggy has to put his hoof down, right?

But first up – I think I have forgotten something to post about Bashful.  I’m sure some of you saw where when he came back from Australia this past time he had a son named Chip.   Who can deny that parentage with the matching grin, huh?  You can check the post out here of when Bashful came home. He had a ball in Australia visiting Fozzie while they went on vacation to the Great Barrier Reef.  But they also found out about Bimby having his baby out of wedlock when they did the movie “Rockadile Dundee”.  Long story short, Bimby went into rehab (bless her heart) and Bashful signed paperwork taking custody of his son Chip.  Chip was just a mere baby when he came home here to the Hotel Thompson so we’ve had to get him through the diaper stage – unbelievable how much water a little rock can make my friends.  Shakes piggy head.

And of course when Bashful came home, not only did he have his son Chip but he also came home with Hudson.  See, I don’t believe I posted about this.  It’s been so crazy here at the Hotel Thompson over the past several months!  Hudson is adorable, isn’t he?  All the way from Australia and what a cute little accent.  He has been hanging out here with the other pet rocks and has a cute little chemistry with Rockelle who is also from Australia – who would have guess huh?.

You see I’m telling you all of this because I *finally* got mom to get all of my shopping done so that we could send out not only Bashful but his son Chip to the next person on the list.  So you see this bag to the right?  There are four envelopes in that bag that got mailed out this morning from the good ole United States Postal Service.  One of them contain Bashful and Chip.

Three other envelopes are gifts for different friends in blogville.  Just who will receive them?  What do they contain?  Aren’t you excited to see what goes where and who gets what?  I know!  The anticipation is killing this little oinker.  I just hope mom remembered to pack everything I told her and to sign the cards – snorts.  Wouldn’t that be hilarious?  Maybe not… maybe I need to go ask her to double check.

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 And of course after mommy finished going to the post office, filling out Customs declarations and spending money, she just had to come back to a nice gooey ooey Salted Pecan cupcake.  She said that was her payment for standing in line and filling our forms for me.  Sure mom – that’s fine.  As long as you got my packages out – knock yourself out.

Snorts and oinks my friends.  I’ll definitely keep you posted on the travels of my packages 🙂

 

 

 

The BIG Announcement

 It has been so totally busy here lately at the Hotel Thompson.  We had the demolition and renovation.  We had the cleaning and cleaning and more cleaning from all of that.  We had new furniture and everything has been out of place – and we are *still* putting things back together.  Mommy really pushed herself too much during all of this time.  And THEN Bashful came home from his visit with Fozzie in Australia.  That’s when all hell broke loose.  Yep I said hell.  HELL broke loose here at the Hotel Thompson.  You don’t believe me do you?  Okay I’ll tell you.

Do you remember the first time Bashful went to Australia to spend some time with Fozzie and her anipals way back in December 2013?  You can read about some of that trip here.  I’m talking specifically about that trip when he made a movie called Rockodile Dundee co-starring Bimby.  Let’s just say that we thought some things got out of control with that bimbo – I mean co-star Bimby.

Well upon Bashful’s return trip to Australia in December 2014, he had some problems to take care of in the deepest forms.  You see, Bimby was pregnant after the making of the Rockodile Dundee movie.  Shocker huh?  Well she carried the baby for nine months and when Bashful returned to Australia, she said he was the rock daddy.  Now you can imagine Bashful’s shock from that. BUT, can you imagine the shock of Fozzie calling me (Bashful’s daddy) and explaining (A) Bashful was now a father and (B) I was now a grandfather?!  Oh dear piggy heavens – I can tell you that was one interesting phone call to say the least.

Not only was Bashful a father but Bimby was in trouble.  Bimby had started hitting the bottle – hard.  And she was letting herself go not taking care of the baby.  So what to do huh?  First things first.

Bimby went into rehab.  There was long conversations about what to do and the biggest thing was to put the baby first.  Of course a rock DNA was conducted just to make sure that Bashful was the father.  The results came back and they verified 99.9% that Bashful was the father.  Then Bashful and Bimby had a long talk about the welfare of the baby.  The baby was 3 months old and Bimby decided that she didn’t want to be a mother – she was to young to settle down.  And putting the best interest of the baby first, paperwork was drawn up by the attorney’s and Bashful now has custody of his son.

 So everyone here at the Hotel Thompson had to get everything ready for a new baby that would be soon arriving.  The nursery had to be set up, a pediarocktrician had to be lined up and of course everyone here had to be told what happened.  All of the rock clan were excited to have a new baby.  And I admit it.  I was rather excited to be a grandfather and to see my grandchild.  What would he look like?  What was his name?  Would he resemble us?  A lot of things were going through our minds.

Then the little tyke arrived here at the Hotel Thompson.  Oh my piggy heavens!  It was love at first sight with all of us.  The ooh’s and aaawws.  WOW!  So without further ado, let me introduce you to Chip.  Look at him!  How could we ever doubt his DNA?   He is quite the chip off the old block – you think?

 

Special Thank You To My Buddy Stuart

 SQUEAL!!

Yep, you probably heard me SQUEALING all the way where you live this past weekend.  I got mail! A package addressed to moi – Bacon Thompson here at the Hotel Thompson.  I was so very excited.  I tore opened the package with a vengeance ever so carefully to see what was inside of the brown box.

SQUEAL!!

It was a talking oinking bag clip that my buddy Stuart sent me from Smithfield, Virginia.  Stuart most have been reading my diary to find out how much I absolutely ❤ potato chips and such.  This clip will so come in handy.  Yes sir it sure will.  With this awesome oinking clip, I will know exactly when daddy is in my food – snorts.

Thanks pal of mine Stuart – I ❤ you back with all my piggy heart!