Happy Easter

The big egg hunt is today!

I’m so excited – squeals with piggy excitement.  I’ve waited all year for this big egg hunt – Easter.  Our neighborhood has the biggest hunter every year.  All of the neighbors meet up in the church pasture for the neighborhood egg hunt.  Everyone is invited – kids, adults and anipals.  Every family brings 12 eggs filled with everything imaginable.   There are three categories – children, human and anipals.  The church yard is roped off with the categories and once the hunt begins – it’s on like Donkey Kong!

You have never seen so much fun looking for eggs in a huge field.  Everyone is running here/there all over, laughing, snorting, falling down and playing.  It’s definitely the highlight of the year.  And mom fixed her eggs for the adult category.  She also fixed a few for the anipals – everyone always brings extra eggs hidden with all kinds of goodies.

By the time the egg hunt was done, I don’t think there was that many sober adults.  Lots of those adults even tried to ride me.  What do I look like a show pony?  I was snorting at everyone.  That is until I found the ‘special’ egg.  What was the ‘special egg’?

  

This egg had money!  I found it in the adult field and took off running with it in my mouth.  I think I’m now on the most wanted list in the neighborhood.  Can someone hide me for a bit?

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April Fool’s Day!

 

National Deviled Eggs Day

Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –

Keeping my paws on the nuts of the world!

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Now today is a day that I know Bacon can wrap his piggy mouth around.  November 2nd is National Deviled Eggs Day.  mmm – can you almost taste them?  Did you know that they had a holiday for this food?  Eggs are so diverse and can be used for so many different recipes.  But deviled eggs seem to make you smile – just the name makes them so well.. devilish.

They are easy to make really.  The hardest thing is shelling those little suckers to get all of the shells off.  After that, the world is at your footsteps in how you finish them.  Some people use mustard, mayonnaise, pepper flakes, pickles – however you fix them I know they will go fast.  I wonder if today I can persuade Bacon’s mom to fix us some.  What?  Squirrels like eggs too. 🙂

 

Travels in the South

They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day and I agree.  Mom has fixed me omelettes for breakfast and dinner.  However, I’ve never had an omelette like this one before.  It seems mom likes something called a Colorado Omelette.  It has all kinds of wonderful yummy stuff in it – some things I can’t mention because well I’m an oinker and it wouldn’t be good for me so I’m letting mom take it from here.

For obvious reasons – this omelette is loaded.  Loaded with goodness that is.  It has bacon, sausage, shredded beef, ham, onions, green peppers, mushrooms and cheddar cheese.  And let’s not forget to top off that deliciously wonderful omelette with salsa.  Yum.  Have you ever had an omelette topped with salsa?  It just brings so much more to the table.

 

 

Texts from Bacon

You know fellow anipals sometimes it is hard taking care of our humans.  Trying to make sure they are doing okay, not stressed, eating well.  It’s a full time job!  Just like this morning I had to check on my mom.  She has been changing her way of eating but this time of the year, shaking my piggy head, it’s tough for anyone.  My texts are in blue and mom’s are in white.

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Snorts!

 

Travels in the South

Sometimes daddy’s midnight munchie monsters awakens him and he *needs* to be fed.  This is one of those nights.  Daddy woke up mommy to go in search for food… of course that meant a midnight run to the nearest Waffle House – snorts with piggy laughter.

When they got to the Waffle House, mom told daddy about a new menu item called the Hashbrown Bowl.  You could see the grin on dad’s face when he said, “Yes please”.  So that’s what daddy got for his midnight munchie monster.  Let me introduce you to the ingredients of the bowl:

Hashbrowns – requested well done crispy please.  They were then topped off with a slice of American cheese and scrambled eggs.  That was followed by chopped up sausage (which mom explained comes from a different kind of pig – snorts with piggy laughter).  Then the bowl is presented to you – let the eating begin.

So the next time your midnight munchie monster hits, run for the Waffle House who is always open.

 

National Deviled Eggs Day

Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –

Keeping my paws on the nuts of the world!

.

Now today is a day that I know Bacon can wrap his piggy mouth around.  November 2nd is National Deviled Eggs Day.  mmm – can you almost taste them?  Did you know that they had a holiday for this food?  Eggs are so diverse and can be used for so many different recipes.  But deviled eggs seem to make you smile – just the name makes them so well.. devilish.

They are easy to make really.  The hardest thing is shelling those little suckers to get all of the shells off.  After that, the world is at your footsteps in how you finish them.  Some people use mustard, mayonnaise, pepper flakes, pickles – however you fix them I know they will go fast.  I wonder if today I can persuade Bacon’s mom to fix us some.  What?  Squirrels like eggs too. 🙂

 

31 Days of Spook – Breakfast Anyone?

So I get up this morning and mom is going to fix me breakfast which is awesome because it’s not even the weekend.  I mean I get Cheerios during the week.  On the weekends, mom fixes me eggs or pancakes – a pig’s favorite.  So there she is cooking this morning and then all of sudden she stops singing and gets all quiet.  She gets my piggy plate, looks at me, looks down, looks at me and then looks down.  Come on mom – give this pig his breakfast.

Then when she did I was like not hungry anymore.  THUD piggy down – You want my eggs? 

 

Texts from Bacon

You know fellow anipals sometimes it is hard taking care of our humans.  Trying to make sure they are doing okay, not stressed, eating well.  It’s a full time job!  Just like this morning I had to check on my mom.  My texts are in blue and mom’s are in white.

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Changing…

Yawns.  What was that noise?  What woke me up?  I lay here in my bed and stretch.  Oh my – either my legs are getting longer or my bed is getting smaller.  What is up with that.  Surely I can’t still be growing.  

Oh yeah…what woke me up?  I opened one eye and looked around.  It’s still dark in here.  Surely it was just my imagination.  That’s when something strange happened.  I had this strong urge – kind of like an internal clock ticking to wake up mom for breakfast.  What?  When did that start happening?  The urge was strong too.  I opened the other eye, sat up and stretched.  Okay – this has to be a dream.  Where the heck am I?  I let my eyes adjust to the darkness and looked around.  No wonder my feet kept hitting the bottom of the bed.  What is this – a toddler bed?  Where am I?  This is not my bedroom.  I look over at a wall – what does that say?  It’s a picture of a pig wearing cow house shoes and states “Moo Shoe Pork Palace”.  Que diable?!

Again, the strong urge to wake up mom.  I don’t wake up mom like this, especially before the birds start singing and it’s still dark outside.  But for some reason the pull is strong to my bedroom door.  That’s when something so weird happened.  I opened my mouth to bark and it didn’t happen.  Instead of a bark it was a squeal and an oink?!  What in the world!  

A few minutes later, my bedroom door opened and I heard a voice say, “Thanks Bacon, time for breakfast.”  Okay, something weird is going on.  First, a cheerful voice telling me it’s breakfast time?  But the voice called me Bacon… then again who cares because they mentioned food.  

I take off down the hallway and stop in my tracks.  What?  Where are my stairs?  There’s nothing here but a long hallway.  I go into the living room and look around but my nose tells me there is food coming from the kitchen.  I poke my head into the kitchen and walk through sniffing.  That’s when the voice tells me, “Hey Sunshine.”  I tell you, I had to look around.  Who is Sunshine?  I’m Easy.  That’s when the voice puts down an amazing looking array of food – eggs?  Oh yeah – I like this room service.  Eggs with spinach and some kind of nuggets.  I quickly snarfed it down and looked up. Now to think of it, the call of nature is like calling big time.  I was at the point of crossing my legs by this time.  Can’t this woman see the whites in my eyes floating?  I need to use the facilities BIG time.  I walk through the kitchen and see the back door.  I brush up against it and plead to this woman.  Finally she gets the drift.  “Oh Bacon, you want to go out and play this early?”  No woman – I need to PEE – let me out – let me out – let the weimaraner out!

I run out the back door and almost fell down the stairs of the porch.  Where am I?  This isn’t my backyard.  Although it does look magical – what is that over in the corner?  Is that a squirrel?  I gotta go meet him and I take off running towards him.  Can you believe the guy doesn’t move.  It’s like he knows me or something.  He even talked!  “Hey Bacon, how’s it going this morning?”  Who is this squirrel?  Before I could say anything he further said, “Well have a great day pig, I gotta go work on some important holidays for your blog.”  What?  Who does he think is, Journalist Rocky the Squirrel – barks atcha my friend.

A talking squirrel – now I’ve seen everything.  I shook myself, marked some territory and went back to the door.  What the heck did I eat last night to give me these illusions?  Those mushrooms had to be psychedelic mushrooms – yeah that’s it.  Remind me to never eat those again – ever!

I went back inside and the woman said, “Time for snuggle time” and kept looking at me.  What?  You think I’m a trained pup or something?  Darn this body – where are these guttural movements coming from?  Before I could stop myself, I jumped up in this woman’s lap and started oinking.  Shaking my head.  I gotta stop eating after 8pm.  It definitely had to be the mushrooms last night?

After a while, she said she had to go to work and did I want my television on in my bedroom?  What a television all to myself in a room all to myself.  You have got to be kidding.  Now this part of the nightmare I could get used to… snorts – I mean barks.  I gotta get my barky thing checked out.  I’m going back to bed.

Something is definitely wrong.

But before I could go back to bed, this man appeared all magically delicious and said, “Hey Bacon, you want a snack?”  What?  I tell you at least my dreams have great room service.  The man gives me this piggy plate full of goodies.

Okay – what is up with this?  I mean there’s all kinds of bacon and piggy stuff.  Sure I know my brother across the pond but why give this kind of stuff to the weimaraner?

If anyone figures out this freaky stuff, please let me know okay and thanks!