Travels in the South

Have you heard the recent uproar about the restaurant IHOP (International House of Pancakes) changing their name to IHOB (International House of Burgers)?  I know it’s a publicity stunt to get their burgers out there so you know my mom/dad had to give them a whirl.  Now, mom/dad had tried their burgers previous to this new promotion and they enjoyed them.

So off they went to the IHOB cause you know burgers are daddy’s specialty.  Currently during the promotion, you get a drink and endless fries with your choice of burger.  Did you hear that?  Endless fries.  Mom said she heard angels singing when she read that – my mom is so silly.  Burgers range from $7.00 to $11.00 and come in various forms.  Mom went with the Classic with Bacon and Cheese (how could you mom?).  Dad ventured out a bit more.  He got something  called a Big Brunch.  It had cheese, bacon, a fried egg and hashbrowns on it.  It was a monster!

So what did mom/dad think?  Both said they were good and they loved the french fries (crispy with a crunch and yes they got a refill of them).  These burgers for the price combining the fries and drink were a deal; however, the burgers themselves didn’t make their top 3 list of burgers they’ve tried.  They weren’t bad but they didn’t really stand out in flavor either.  Does that make sense?  They would eat them again for the mere price but wouldn’t go out of their way.

But hey, you make your decision.  Have you tried them yet?

 

 

Oh Good Grief Daddy

These days, I can’t let my so called human daddy go anywhere.  He *always* gets into some type of trouble.  St. Patrick’s Day is March 17th.  Dad, the ever loving-gotta-have-some-fun with the holiday, went out on a mission to find some trouble fun.

Now, my dad is part Irish so he thinks this holiday is made for him – snorts

Today, dad found a drinking buddy.  This little guy that dad named O’Donnell sits on his shoulder so that he doesn’t have to drink alone.  And when dad does start to drink, not only does he have a drinking buddy but I’m sure after a few, O’Donnell will even start to talk to him – snorticles.  Good grief.

And just a note.  With dad being part Irish, he once grew a mustache and beard.  You guessed it.  It was redder than O’Donnell’s beard.  He was going to grow one for St. Patrick’s Day but mom said absolutely not.  Dad replied by telling mommy, “You’re not the boss of me.”  Well, you see who won that argument – snorts.

But never fear, even with dad’s Irish roots he doesn’t even drink alcohol.  I guess mom will change the color of his sweet tea to green with a little green dye.  That should make him merry just the same!

 

National Margarita Day

Journalist Rocky the Squirrel – 

Keeping my paws on the nuts of the world

February 22nd is National Margarita Day. I absolutely have to report about this day – it’s a must!

It doesn’t matter what kind of Margarita you partake in. Bacons mom likes a Habanero Margarita.  She says it’s cool and refreshing and then has a slight heat when swallowing. Yep that sounds like Bacons mom. Sweet and hot. Chitter Chatter. Don’t tell the oinker I said that.

Enjoy a Margarita today my friends!

 

Shopping Around the World – Mark Your Calendars

Hello friends!!  Wasn’t all of the sandwiches from last month mouth watering?  We got so many ideas here at the Hotel Thompson.  What a blast!  This month we are going to throw a little twist to the Shopping Around the World.

We always concentrate on food but here’s the twist.  For February’s Shopping Around the World, we want a drink and snack food that you love.  Recipes, pictures are awesome and prices to be posted on:

Friday, February 23, 2018.

So mark your calendars and put on your thinking hats.  Is there a nightly ritual that you partake in before bedtime?  Maybe it’s something that you only do on the weekends.  Share with us in February ❤

 

25 Days of Christmas

 

Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon,
I’ve read your column recommending yoga and how everyone thinks its the best thing since sliced bread. I’m not a fan. I’m not sure what this position was suppose to be but it’s not natural. I guess it’s not meant for everyone.

Signed Pretzel

Dear Pretzel,
Well, you do look like you’re a little tied up there. What’s it like to be able to kiss your own butt? Snort

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Dear Bacon,
So I walked into a bar and ordered a beer. What’s wrong with that? I’m of age. Why not think its strange that the bartender served me?

Why does it have to be me with a problem?

Signed Cheers

Dear Cheers,

I don’t see a problem with that. If you can (A) walk into a bar; (B) order your own beer; (C) sit at the bar and (D) drink it, I say you deserve it. I salute you!

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 Dear Bacon,
Do you ever have one of those days that you don’t know if your coming/going? If you need to eat or go wizzy? I had a moment and of course my dad had to take a picture. Who knows where it will show up next on the Internet. Signed Two Birds With One Stone

Dear Two Birds With One Stone,
Hey little man, no worries. Sometimes life happens. You’re hungry and you have to go. I’ll tell you a little secret. At times when I go wizzy for mom on my piggy pad, she will feed me a carrot while I’m going. Hey, whatever you gotta do my friend for food, do it.

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Dear Bacon,
I’m like you. I have a short leg challenge. There’s lots of things I can’t do either because of those challenged little legs. I found the perfect solution – stilts. They do take some getting used to but hey no more short legs. You gotta get a pair of these things and try them. Signed Vertically Challenged

Dear Vertically Challenged,
You do look a lot taller. Mine would have to be taller. You know, to make room for my garage of a belly. 🙂 snort They do look like fun. I’m wondering if I could get mom to make me some for fun? I’ll keep you posted.

 

 

 

Oh Good Grief Daddy

These days, I can’t let my so called human daddy go anywhere.  He *always* gets into some type of trouble.  St. Patrick’s Day is March 17th.  Dad, the ever loving-gotta-have-some-fun with the holiday, went out on a mission to find some trouble fun.

Now, my dad is part Irish so he thinks this holiday is made for him – snorts

Today, dad found a drinking buddy.  This little guy that dad named O’Donnell sits on his shoulder so that he doesn’t have to drink alone.  And when dad does start to drink, not only does he have a drinking buddy but I’m sure after a few, O’Donnell will even start to talk to him – snorticles.  Good grief.

And just a note.  With dad being part Irish, he once grew a mustache and beard.  You guessed it.  It was redder than O’Donnell’s beard.  He was going to grow one for St. Patrick’s Day but mom said absolutely not.  Dad replied by telling mommy, “You’re not the boss of me.”  Well, you see who won that argument – snorts.

But never fear, even with dad’s Irish roots he doesn’t even drink alcohol.  I guess mom will change the color of his sweet tea to green with a little green dye.  That should make him merry just the same!

 

Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – I’m getting too old to be the party dog in the crowd.  My friends are trying to have an intervention with me and took this picture.  I really didn’t think I had gotten that bad but pictures don’t lie, right?  Between the beer and the shots of tequila, I was out for the night.  I guess it’s time for me to reach out for help.  What do you suggest?  Signed Boozer

Dear Boozer – You are right my little friend.  Admission is the first step and you have taken that step in the right direction.  There are group meetings that you can attend in your area with AAA (Anipal Alcoholic Anonymous).  Make that phone call my friend and good luck with your recovery.

 

 

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Dear Bacon – The big thing right now is to Netflix and chill.  I’m all for it.  This is me watching my favorite movie Willard.  If you haven’t seen it, you must watch it.  It’s amazing.  And of course no movie is perfect without the snack of some cheese.  What’s your favorite movie to chill?  Signed Will Jr

Dear Will Jr – Well my friend.  I looked up your movie.  It is what shall I say intriguing for sure.  My favorite movie lately is My Brother the Pig.  This is also an amazing movie.  And I like to watch it with snacks as well – my favorite is popcorn.  You keep chilling little guy!

 

 

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Dear Bacon – Cheap labor.  That’s what I call this.  Our human has a lawn service and dude he puts us to work for kibbles.  We all have our assigned duties from leaf blower, raking and working the riding lawn mower.  It’s unheard of but it does make for some interesting looks when the humans drive by.  I’m hoping that one of the neighborhood ladies will take notice of our skills.  What do you think – we got a chance?  Signed Canine Lawn Care

Dear Canine Lawn Care – Hey, if you were in my hood, I would definitely hire you for sure my friends.  However you get the job done, that’s key in my book.  And once the ladies notice your working skills and the kibbles that you are bringing in, they will have to take numbers at your front door.  Be safe!

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 Dear Bacon –  Look dude, it was a spider on the ground.  I don’t do spiders.  Nope, not at all.  And it was gigantic.  There was no way I was staying on the ground with that monster.  And those humans – they just walked around it like it was nothing.  They are the strangest people.  You afraid of those creepy crawlers too, right?  Signed Spastic

Dear Spastic – Let me get this right.  You are afraid of spiders but not height.  That’s amazing.  And what’s more amazing is that the humans are just walking by without a care not even paying you any attention.  WOW.  Too bad you can’t act like a bird and drop a little something if you know what I mean – snorts with piggy laughter.  I do understand your arachnophobia.  I myself don’t like the little pests with all of those legs either.  No one blames you for that.  Just be careful getting down off that limb okay bro.

 

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Dear Bacon – Look at me – I’m a turtle.  Barks!  Okay maybe not a turtle.  Maybe a cute little pooch. Yep that’s who I am – a cute little pooch.  My human is always dressing me up different ways.  I say go for it because they always give me great treats in return.  Do your humans make you do anything stupid for treats?  Signed Michaelangelo

Dear Michaelangelo – Once my mom put me near a carton of eggs and took my picture.  She said I was the bacon and eggs in its original form.  I don’t get it but mom/dad got a great laugh out of it.  And like you as well – I got great treats.  So hey, if it doesn’t hurt us then I say wear it with pride.

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Remember my friends – Dear Bacon can’t happen without *you*.  Please remember to email me your letters and pictures ❤

 

Not on My Watch

So today is the last full day that our guests are here.  That sucks.  I mean really it does.  We have all had such a fantastic time playing and laughing with them.  Last night we had a few friends over.

I lost my watch.  I know who would have thought that me as a pig would wear a watch but I do.  I gotta keep up with my social hour.  So at this party, I noticed my watch was gone.  Across the room, one of our guests had been drinking too much and I saw him starting to harass mom.  That’s when I noticed he was standing on my watch. The nerve of him.  I walked right up to him, snouted him in the chins and then hit him with my head knocking him over.  No one does that to my mom.  Not on my watch.  Snorts with piggy laughter.

 

Dear Bacon – Tongue Edition – Snorts

Dear Bacon – Help!  Let alone I had to get a bath.  Let alone they wrapped me up like a tight burrito so much so that my tongue hung out.  Then the human had to take my picture.  Really?  I can’t even fight it I’m wrapped so tight.  Any thoughts on how to handle this fiasco?  Signed Burrito in Training

Dear Burrito in Training – Let’s look at this on a positive note.  Your humans love you so much that they (1) bathed you; (2) wrapped you up to dry you so you wouldn’t get sick in this awful cold weather and then (3) took a pic of you.  Sounds to me like they are working hard towards next years Christmas cards.  You can never plan too far in advance my friend.  So this is what you do.  Wait for them to go to sleep – you know the snoring, tongue hanging out and drooling from the mouth.  Then take their picture to replace yours.  Simple as that.  Snorts.

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Dear Bacon – I’m not sure about you but us dogs, we can spell.  We know exactly what you are spelling when you say V.E.T.  I’m not the kind of dog that runs but you spell V.E.T. and I’m gone like the speed of light.  Nobody likes those guys at the V.E.T. office – I don’t care how many treats you get.  What say you Bacon?  Signed G.O.N.E.

Dear G.O.N.E. – I concur.  Nobody likes the peeps at the vet’s office.  No way!  I mean my goodness they think giving you a treat makes up for the violation they give to your captain’s quarters – I don’t think so.  I mean heck, at least you can buy me a Mint Julep or something first – snorts with piggy laughter.

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      Dear Bacon – This should serve the human for leaving their camera phone on last night.  I left them a little something to find on their camera roll.  What do you think – do I have it or what?  Signed Hot for Hollywood

Dear Hot for Hollywood – Oh absolutely my friend.  How could anyone resist that cute little face and tongue?  I wish I could be a fly on the wall when your human finds that picture on their camera phone.  I bet they laugh and then oohh and aaaww for hours!

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Dear Bacon – I don’t get it.  I live in the south and every time someone new sees me, they say, “Bless his little heart.”  I don’t get it.  What does that exactly mean.  You live in the south – do you get that often?  Signed This is My Happy Face

Dear This is My Happy Face – You see here in the south, that is a term of endearment.  Peeps often say that for no apparent reason.  I’ve heard peeps tell this to babies, older peeps, anipals and to each other.  I don’t think they mean anything by it.  Nope not at all.  How could they?  I look at you and see a masculine little guy that is going somewhere in the world.  You just accept that term as a compliment, hold your head up high and march right on into 2016!

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Dear Bacon – I was asleep – you know taking one of many naps during the day.  I had my little hoodie on for some added heat.  My human woke me up and said, “Say Cheese?”  All my tummy heard was cheese so I stuck my tongue out.  Don’t you know that was the moment my mom decided to snap my pic.  Why – tell me why – do these humans do this?  Signed Sticking Tongue Out

Dear Sticking Tongue Out – Personally I think sometimes the humans try to catch us off guard in an attempt to get an amusing look from us for their cameras.  Every once in a while, I let mom *think* she has me and I do something for her amusement.  What can I say?  It keeps the humans happy therefore we get more treats.  I say play it for all its worth my friend.  Work it!

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Remember my friends – Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU.  Please continue to email me your letters and pictures ❤