Response from the Hotel Thompson

Dear Bacon,

We are in receipt of your letter from yesterday.  We apologize for the way you think the service has fallen on the weekends at the Hotel Thompson.  We appreciate you taking the time to contact us to let us know of our fallen ways.  We have taken great thought to some of your remarks and we have a few of our own, as we should since every story has two sides.

First of all, Sunday cleaning day.  Everyone at the Hotel Thompson pulls their weight around here at this establishment.  Just be glad that you don’t get the bathroom detail – that goes to Princess Mouse Girl and she doesn’t complain.  And Hemi with his huge paws, he gets dusting detail – he doesn’t complain.  You in fact my dear, are a little pig headed.  You like to fight clean day.  Let’s talk about bath nights at the Hotel Thompson.  You neglected to tell everyone how bull headed you are in taking your bath.  You don’t mind stripping down to naked world and running through the house but you try to avoid the tub like there’s no tomorrow.  We’re not asking for a bath every week, but once a month on bath night perhaps you can be so kind to actually help and not cause a fuss.  Sometimes it sounds like we are killing you here and what would the neighbors think then?  I’ll tell you what they will think.  That you are a wussy.  Yep, we said it little man.  Bath up okay.

Second of all, do you know how much you enjoy mommy/piggy time?  Well, daddy likes to enjoy mommy/daddy time too.  It’s only fair since mommy gets shared with all of you – you, Hemi and Mouse Girl.  Daddy deserves some time as well.  Especially since he keeps you in the life that you are accustomed.  If mom and dad want to go out and have a ‘date night’, then they should.  And before you go eeeww, just remember one day you will be dating too.  You have to do everything to keep it fresh and romantic.

Third of all, Bacon sweet Bacon – you have more mood swings sometimes than a pharmacist has pills.  Not that *we* are complaining.  We take the good – we take the bad – it’s the facts of life.  Regardless of your behavior, we still love you and cater to your every little need.  You seem to be the apple of your mom’s eyes.

Fourth of all, you may have less snacks on the weekends, but tell the truth about your meals.  You actually get cooked to order pancakes, omelets, fresh fruit and actual tacos or pizza on the weekends.  WOW – figure that.  Less snacks but more home cooked meals.  And you always get a treat on your pillow during turn down service.  You’ve never go to bed hungry.

Therefore let’s discuss your accomodations here at the Hotel Thompson shall we. 

• You have free roam of the facility.  You have air conditioning and heat in a temperature controlled environment. 
• You are guaranteed 3 meals and usually 2 snacks during the week.  Sometimes on the weekends, it might be 3 meals and possibly 1 snack. 
• You have your very own bedroom…. all to yourself.  Not even the purr things here go into your room unless you invite them in.
• You have your own television, DVD and Netflix account in your very own bedroom.
• You get mommy/piggy time on the sofa in the front room watching television.
• You get piggy massages and rub downs.
• You have your very own piggy toys.
• You have your very own pet – Bashful.  He should keep you company now on the weekends when mom and dad have date night.
• AND, you have your very own computer with internet access.

Needless to say Bacon, we think here at the Hotel Thompson you need to re-evaluate your issues with us.  It seems to the management, that you have it made my friend.  I don’t believe other piggies that live in nature have it made like you do.  But, if you have anymore complaints, please feel free to write.

Sincerely,

Management – Hotel Thompson

 

Facts About ME – Little Ole Me – Snort

I get emails that often ask me questions.  I thought I would take a minute to explore some of them with you 🙂

I am slightly spoiled at the Hotel Thompson.  Okay, I admit it.  Fully spoiled at the Hotel Thompson.  But that’s fine.  As long as everyone knows that my needs come first, all is good – snort.

Nope, mom and dad do not have the two legged variety of children, just me and the two purr things (Mouse Girl and Hemi).  So yes, they give us a lot of attention and we act like their ‘children’ per say.  Well, almost like regular children… we don’t ask for money, the car keys and the happening clothes.  But, we do suck money out of them in terms of toys, room accessories, food, and in my part – a laptop, Netflix, television, etc. – SNORT PLOL (pig laughing out loud)

I am a real, genuine pig.  In fact, I am a miniature pot bellied pig.  Mom adopted me at 3 weeks old.  I weighed a mere ONE pound when she got me.  I was a little runt.  Hard to image this handsome body being that small huh?

Mom turned one of the guest rooms at the Hotel Thompson into my room – the Sweet and Sour Pork Pad.  I have it decorated accordingly.  I have a flat screen television in my room connected to cable.  I have a DVD player and I also have a Netflix account.  Yes, I love watching television.  It helps to calm my inner beast.

Mom tucks me into my bed every night.  She then reads me a story, sings me to sleep or we watch a short cartoon together.  My favorite sheet that I drag everywhere and sleep with every night is a king size Egyptian cotton sheet.  I love that sheet!  What – this pig deserves nice things too.  It’s soft on my little belly and comforts me. 

When mom goes to the worky place, dad takes care of me.  He stays at home to tend to my needs and trust me I can be the King of Needs – snort.  No, really dad is really a good guy.  He is visually impaired and I keep trying to talk him into getting me to be his seeing eye pig but I don’t think he’s going to go for it.  I’ll never stop trying though!

A lot of people ask me about mom.  Who is she.  What does she look like.  Is she nice.  Does she really love me.  Well, I have her wrapped right around my hooves where I want her.  She is mine.  We have a special bond and have since the day we both saw each other for the first time.  She knows me.  She knows what each grunt means.  She knows what foods I like.  She knows exactly where that one spot is on my belly to make me fall down and get loving.  And I know her.  I know the tone of her voice and when she means business.  I know her smell.  And, I know the sound of that little engine in her Smart car so I know when she’s in the driveway.  So, I’m going to share a picture of my mommy.  I love you mom!