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So last night my purr brother Hemi and I had a interesting conversation. It went like this:
Hemi swagging into the room like John Wayne: “Hey, you feeling lucky pig?”
Me jumping around trying to get his tail.
Hemi, “You really don’t want to do this.”
Me snorting still trying to get his tail.
Hemi: “Go ahead pig, make my day.”
Me still jumping around trying to get his tail.
Hemi: “I have 9 lives. What do you have?”
Me stopping and thinking to myself uh oh…. Reconsidering the tail. Looks straight at the purr thing, “This ain’t over. I’ll be back.”.
Welcome my friends to another week with Paw Time with Houdini. Last weekend, Nana got a new puppy named Dingo. He’s a shepherd mix. Very cool to have a bigger uncle. I say bigger because this guy is bigger than my brother Bacon. Can you believe that? Well, he’s taller and has LONG legs like a giraffe. Okay, maybe not as long as a giraffe but they are super LONG.
Mommy took me up to see Dingo in a meet/greet session. You know so we could get used to being around each other. This picture to the right is of Dingo when mommy came in to Nana’s house. Mom says he had kind of a “what the heck is that thing in your arms” kind of look. She wanted to make sure Dingo knew I was a friend and not a two piece snack.
So mommy sat down with me in her arms and we all had a conversation together. Mommy introduced us to each other and told Dingo we were all family. We don’t hurt family. Mommy then explained that I come up from my house every once in a while to spend time with Nana. And although Dingo had the job of keeping Nana company and protecting her now, I still have a job too. We all have to do our parts. Mommy then let us say hello and sniff at each other for a bit while I still sat in her arms.
Then she put me down and of course I jumped over to the other couch where dad was sitting. Dingo came up to me and I said a few words to him to let him know I was welcoming him to the family. I also told him that I had plenty of toys up here at Nana’s and he was welcomed to play with any of them. I also told him that we had a big back yard down at the Hotel Thompson and he could come down and play with me from time to time too. And, that we could go on walkies around the neighborhood together. He couldn’t fit into my stroller but he could walk beside me and protect from other dogs – that was part of his job now. I think he understood everything I was telling him. Especially about the part of taking care of Nana.
Then he told me that he would take care of things up here at Nana’s and that I didn’t have to worry about that. He also told me that he would protect me because he said I would look like shark bait walking the streets by myself. We exchanged cell numbers and told each other we would Facetime each other to keep each other posted on what was going on with each side of the neighborhood.
I have to say that I think he’s a pretty cool guy. He still has a lot of puppy in him he said – he’s only 4 months – so that makes me the oldest by 6 months. I think we will both have a long time of growing up together and playing.
I told him I would be up on Tuesday. That was our scheduled spa day and he would absolutely love spa day. We get the works then when the groomer comes out and makes us all pretty for our humans. Humans love that.
Well my friends, I hope you had a great time visiting with me this week. Until next time, have an awesome weekend!
Okay – I know I shouldn’t piggy eavesdrop on mom and dad when they are having conversations. But sometimes, it’s hard not to listen. They have some of the strangest conversations. I’m telling you – you never know what might come out of their mouths – humans are weird!
Last night, daddy asked mommy, “Name a song not to sing while in prison.” Okay first of all, I’m not sure what this prison thing is. It doesn’t sound like a fun place. Mommy said there were bars there. Okay, aren’t bars where you get alcoholic drinks? Shakes piggy head – like I said humans are weird. I don’t get it. So, I thought I would bring this to you my friends.
What songs would you not sing while in prison? Some of mom/dad’s were:
Journey – “Lovin’, Touchin’ Squeezin”
Aeorsmith – “Dude Looks Like a Lady”
Foreigner – “I Want to Know What Love Is”
John Mellencamp – “Hurts so Good”
Nazareth – “Love Hurts”
George Michael – “Father Figure”
Olivia Newton John – “Let’s Get Physical”
OMP (oh my pig!) I can’t breathe. I don’t know why these are funny – BUT THEY ARE!
Sometimes I listen to the radio. Sometimes I watch my television. Sometimes I listen to mom and dad talk. I know I shouldn’t ‘piggy eavesdrop’ with mom and dad. But sometimes, I just can’t help myself. The conversations those two have are quite enlightening. Last night, I overheard mom tell daddy the following. Get ready to roll your eyes – it was a good one.
Mom – Hey honey. James Bond and a chicken cross paths. James Bond tells the chicken, “Hey, my name is Bond, James Bond. What’s yours?” You know what the chicken said?
Dad – No. What did he say?
Mom – “My name is Ken, Chick Ken.”
Then mommy started snorting and laughing so hard. (Now you see where I get my snorting from – I know you always wondered). Yep, it was priceless. Daddy is a big James Bond fan. He didn’t find that little bit of amusement as funny as mom. It was a hoot to me and mom. Go figure.
Then dad later on in the night asked mom a questioned. She told him the answer. He told her she was wrong. She asked him what the answer was. Get this – he didn’t know!? How can you ask a question, tell the person they are wrong and then not know the right answer? What kind of bizarre evil is that?
I tell you my friends – *NEVER* a dull moment here at the Hotel Thompson. NEVER!
I have to admit that sometimes conversations overheard between mom and dad are so hilarious. The basis of them are out of this world! You gotta know where I get my sense of humor or lack of humor from – those two humans of mine. This morning the conversation revolved around coffee. So I guess you can say they had coffee talk – snorts.
After I tell you about the conversation, I know you are going to go really? Does it really matter? But I kid you not, the conversation this morning was riveting. That’s right. Riveting between those two. It went like this.
Mom came into the kitchen bright eyed and bushy tail so full of life – NOT. Snorts – my mommy is NOT a morning person. She went straight for her special coffee cup and went to the fridge. She put her creamer in the cup – for those following along it was International Delight White Chocolate Mocha – and two Splenda packs. Then she went to the coffee maker and poured coffee into said cup, sat down at the table and started tasting… trying to become human that early in the morning.
During the time, dad was at the table reading the newspaper and watching mom. Now dad on the other hoof IS a morning person. Hey – opposites attract huh? Now even us anipals in the Hotel Thompson know not to bother mommy until she’s had at least one cup of coffee. Daddy on the other hand through years of training still does not.
He started the conversation not with good morning honey, how did you sleep or I love you. He started the morning by saying, “You fix coffee the wrong way.” WOW – Is there a wrong way? It’s not rocket science, is it? Mom’s one eyebrow over her left eye went up. Shivers – that’s dangerous. That’s the sign that something wicked is fixing to project from her. It can’t be good.
Mom softly said (mom talking softly is another sign of danger might I add), “Really?” Oh WOW dad. You’re also getting one word answers from mom. Danger Will Robinson – DANGER – do you NOT see the signs here? But no, daddy went right on. “Yeah, you’re suppose to put coffee in first and then your condiments. You do it backwards.”
That raised eyebrow came up again while mom took a sip of her coffee. “WOW – what are you the coffee police?” Thud snorts. Go mommy.
“No. You just do it backwards. You put coffee in first and then cream and sugar. It makes sense that way.” Daddy continued on talking about the right way for about five minutes. Mom tuned him out while she petted me and sipped her ‘wrong’ coffee.
Then when dad went for a breath, she stopped him and said, “So does it taste different your way?”
“No. It doesn’t taste different, but…”
“Then does it really matter? I mean, the last time I checked I don’t tell you how to climb into bed the right way. Or how to put your pants on the right way. For that matter, I don’t tell you when to breathe the right way. So, does it really matter how I fix my coffee? Cause if it does, I can start telling you how you do things wrong. Of course, we might be here for a couple of days.”
“Nope, we’re good. Can I get you another cup of coffee while you get ready for work dear? And did I tell you I love you?” and with that he bent over and kissed mommy good morning.
So I guess today’s topic should be, how do you fix your coffee?