I just have to share Houdini’s birthday video from last week. You talk about being a tiny little bit spoiled! Sheesh – that dog is rotten! Okay, I’ll let you be the judge of rotten. You look at this video and you tell me what you think. Ignore mom/dad’s singing. We all know that southern speech and singing don’t go together – snorts with piggy laughter.
Call Scooby Doo. Call Sherlock Holmes. Heck call my cousin Sherlock Bones. We have quite the mystery here at the Hotel Thompson. This is cookie season – you know Girl Scout cookies. We here ❤ the Girl Scouts. Our front door has a sign that reads, “No Soliciting… unless you have Girl Scout Cookies”. That sign is fully enforced – snorts and rolls with laughter.
So mom buys boxes of Girl Scouts cookies (I’m ashamed to say how many but I can tell you they freeze well for during the year in emergency cases). She gets her box of gold and brings them home. Dad’s all time favorite is Samoas. Dad’s mouth has been watering all day long since mom called and told him she had him a stash. He gets him a tall glass of milk and he is going to have him a few while watching Jeopardy – which is another post for another day.
He reaches for his box and what the pig? The box is light. Maybe it’s a new formula – light? Snorts – no really the box is empty! What the cream cheese he says followed by where are my cookies?! I need cookies in my belly. He bellows for mom to come here. She does and he hands her the box and says, “Are you playing with me?” That’s when she feels the box which is EMPTY. The box is sealed, stamped and still intact. Mom takes these pictures for proof.
Someone had ONE job to do and guess what? They failed miserably! Snorts. Mom called the person she bought the cookies from and explained what happened. Even he was like what? Mom did bring the box to the guy the next day and the box was replaced but…the mystery is still there. What happened to the cookies?
Were they not put in the box to begin with? Were they invisible for people on a DIEt? How many other people got empty boxes? Has this happened to you before?
And let me just nip the rumor going around – snorts oinks – me and Houdini did NOT – repeat DID NOT – have anything to do with the mysterious disappearance of dad’s cookies. There was no Mission Impossible music playing and there was no ninja moves being done by either of us. For real. Innocent the both of us.
The other night while mom and dad were laying in bed they were talking about fun times that have happened. Daddy brought up a story that was hilarious and I had to share. You see, my daddy has a warped sense of humor. I can admit that – the nut doesn’t fall from the tree here with me – snorts. And it doesn’t matter where daddy is because he can find trouble.
It was maybe five years ago when dad’s mom was still with us. Dad, mom and his mom all went grocery shopping together. Dad went up to the bakery with by himself looking at all of the cookies and was drooling. Did I mention that daddy is a cookie freak? He loves them ALL – it doesn’t matter what kind. He was kind of being funny and asked the attendant for a free cookie. The attendant said, “If you bring your mom, I’ll give you a free cookie” and she just smiled. What she didn’t know was this was now a challenge for dad – snorts and rolls with laughter.
He went through the store until he found my mom and his mom. He told them that they needed to come to the bakery with him. He didn’t tell them why. So there they go – all three of them to the bakery. Dad saw the same attendant and told her, “I brought my mom” then he just grinned. Well of course, he got a free cookie. Shakes piggy head. What my dad will do for a cookie!
Your looking awfully cute these days. Such a nice physique. You must really take good care of yourself. Signed Future Ms Bacon Your Biggest Fan
You are so sweet to think of me. Thank you so much for your kind comments. You know we would never work. You live out in nature and well I don’t like it. It would be like the new version of Green Acres. But thank you my dear.
They tell me that I’m too kind hearted. I let the purr things in this establishment walk all over me. You would do the same thing, wouldn’t you? Signed Tiny
Of course I would… for the baby purr things. Now the older ones, that’s another story – snort. But there’s nothing like being the baby purr things personal jungle gym. Spoil them rotten is what I say.