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Bacon’s mom here. Don Juan is now considered a bratty elf beyond any kind of help. So he sends my picture to Santa that’s great. But did he have to send my picture via Playboy magazine? You can’t lie Don Juan. The proof was in yesterday’s posting that Bacon did. We won’t even discuss how much Bacon charged on daddy’s credit card to get back all of those magazines. Shakes my head.
And now you have way overstepped your boundaries here at the Hotel Thompson.
Messing with the kids is one thing. Messing with the husband is another thing. But messing with my collectible Barbie dolls – shaking head. That’s where I have to draw the line.
When I took a nap yesterday – cause Lord knows we can’t sleep at night with that freak running around rapid – I dreamed of my favorite Super Hero – Wonder Woman and what she would do with that freakzoid with her lasso of truth – giggles. We should only know how he felt about being tied up by my number one hero – HA!
My human thought she would bring me to work today. As you can tell, neither one of us got a lot of work done. Well, my mom didn’t. I did because her desk was the most frequented visited cubicle that day. I wonder why? Signed Shrimp
Smiles and wipes piggy eyes. Aren’t you just the most adorable, cutest little thing I’ve seen in a while. I just want to rub that little belly of yours. You must have really been tired little guy. Maybe you should do more visits to work with mommy. I think in no time you would have all of her co-workers wrapped around your little paws!
I know we are suppose to be enemies but we’re not. We are buds. He watches my back and I watch his. We have the most interesting conversations at our house. Why can’t we all just get along in the world like us? Signed Tom and Jerry
Dear Tom and Jerry,
Ya’ll have a great point. We *should* all just get along in this world. There shouldn’t be anything saying that we can’t because of one thing or another. Ya’ll are setting the best example – keep up the great work my friends!
I was this close to freedom before they caught me and put me back in lockdown. I could taste freedom and it tasted pretty darn good. Any suggestions for next time? Signed Stretch
I have to laugh buddy. They say your kind is slow and not full of spunk but I think *they* are wrong. You show the tenacity in making the ‘great escape’. You were so close – how you got that far up on the fence is beyond me but way to go my friend. Next time though, might I suggest just watching out for the gate to open. It might be a safer way for your taste of freedom.
What? Haven’t you ever seen a bird wearing a hoodie before? It gets cold. I don’t have a ‘fur coat’ like you do. My feathers only provide so much for warmth. I think it’s a great idea. We should all have one, you think? Signed Fun Times
Dear Fun Times,
I think it’s great! You look warm, festive and ready to go meet the world in that hoodie. I say don’t worry about what anyone else might think. As long as you are warm and comfy, who cares!
I need help. I know you have Bashful. Bashful is like a happening international traveling pet rock. My owner, he just keeps me in a cage and feeds me. I don’t get that life of first class traveling or anything. Any suggestions- can you help me out? Signed Bug
I am so sorry little guy. Your owner must not have gotten the parenting guide like I did with Bashful. You have to have exercise. Your owner needs to walk you or at least put a hamster wheel in your cage for exercise. Does he take you out for social time, watching television? Heck, if anything else, you need a friend. You give him my number, I’ll email it back to you. I’ll talk to him and see what we can come up with my friend.
How in the world am I going to explain this picture to mommy? It looks like that little psycho elf has been into mom’s pictures and sent them to a certain magazine which has made its way to the big man and his elves.
Shakes piggy head. This can’t be good. Look at their faces?! Oh dear piggy heavens. How am I ever going to tell mommy what Don Juan has done this time?! What will daddy think?
You gotta help me friends. How do I break it gently to my mom that her private pictures may not be so private anymore and that she might be on Santa’s naughty list… but he might like it? Snorts.
Don Juan is in deep doo-doo here at the Hotel Thompson. Shakes piggy head and walks away with daddy’s credit card. I gotta buy all of these off the market so she doesn’t see the cover.