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Spotlight Thursday – Meet Otto and Frankie

Spotlight Thursday

Welcome my friends to SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY.  This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better.  Some of them, you may already know.  We hope that you enjoy this series!


Name:  Otto and Frankie

Age:  Otto – 18 months. Frankie – 6 months

Location:  Star, Idaho

Web/Blog Page:  http://www.coldhandboyack.wordpress.com

What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents?  

Otto: I was worried, because I went there with my brother. I didn’t know whether he was staying, or I was. After he left to live with some other people, I got really excited. Mom and Dad bought me some really fun toys and I got right into my new job as the family dog.
Frankie: Mom and Dad came to visit me before I was old enough to leave my mother. All my litter-mates tried to impress them, and one of my brothers really did. Turns out they wanted a girl, because they weren’t sure my brother would get along with Otto. Otto came with them, and he was just a big softie.

What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home?  

Otto: I had to check everything out. I sniffed every inch of the backyard fence to make sure it was safe, then I went through the house. Mom and Dad have a nice place, and all these cool toys. There were cuddles all over the place, and I like cuddles. Even today at 65 pounds, I like to crawl up in the chair with Dad. He calls it poodle time, but I don’t care.

Frankie: Mom and Dad met my breeder in Twin Falls to pick me up. I was nervous, but Otto is my older brother and he said it was a good place. When we got home, the whole place smelled like him, and I knew it was a nice safe place for me.

What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home?  

Frankie: Mine involved teething. Mom and Dad have these old bar stools. The wood felt good on my teeth, but I got in trouble.
Otto: That’s nothing. I also thought wood was great for teething. Instead of the cheap bar stools, I ate one whole side off of Mom’s dining room chair. Turns out they were very expensive chairs. How was I supposed to know?

Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why?  

Otto: Mom, for sure. Dad tries to make us mind, and pays attention to what we eat. Mom is always available for a cookie, and even cooks me eggs sometimes.
Frankie: I agree with my brother. I love poodle time with Dad, and he always plays with me. Mom always keeps Goobers around, and they’re my favorite treats. They look like peanuts, and taste like peanut butter. Do you have any Goobers?

What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you?  

Otto: I am the self appointed ambassador from the bulldog world. I love meeting new people and even other dogs. It always amazes me when people ask if I’m mean. Look at my smiling face, do I look mean?
Frankie: I don’t like it when they ask if I’m a pit bull. They aren’t mean either, but can’t they just recognize me for the bulldog girl I am?




Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend – check back next week for another Spotlight edition!

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Posted by on September 21, 2017 in Spotlight Thursday

 

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International Day of Friendship

  Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –

Keeping my paws on the nuts of the world!


Of all of the important holidays I can tell you about, today seems to be the most important in my book.  July 30th is International Day of Friendship.  The world is filled with too much hate, too many wars, too much prejudice and way too many disagreements.  Today, we should put all of that aside and reach out to each other and say, “Hello friend happy friendship day!”

This is just not a backyard problem or a school playground problem.  This is a worldwide problem.  A problem that needs to come to an end.  Everyone has differences – we wouldn’t be individuals if we didn’t.  But when you look down to it, we all want to be happy and what better way than to get along.

Today let’s make friends with different people, different cultures and different countries.  Extend your hand – or an olive branch – and say hello friend.  Say hello to your neighbor, to the stranger at the market and say hello to a person that you see everyday but you don’t even know their name.  Today is the day to make a friend near and far.

To all of our friends, we at the Hotel Thompson would like to say thank you for being our friend – happy friendship day.  And to those that don’t know us yet, Happy Friendship Day.  May we get to know you better today and in the future!

 Who will YOU say hello friend to today?

 

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Happy Birthday Hemi

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This post goes out to my brother Hemingway – Hemi for short. He is a lot of things here at the Hotel Thompson.

He is my brother.

He is my friend.

He is the master cat.

He is mom/dads oldest.

I talk about him a lot here on my blog. Mostly about him using his ginormous paw to slap me on the rump – snorts. But really, today is his birthday. Today he turns the big 13 years old. Happy birthday Hemi.

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And just remember Hemi, with your age – snorts –

you might want to cut back on spanking this oinker.

Just sayin’

PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud!)

Oh friends, did you know that mommy/daddy adopted Hemi and his brother Tybee when they were three weeks old?  They barely had their eyes open and had just started walking – I guess you could say that was walking.  Their little tails were like a piece of yarn – 🙂  They had gotten picked up by Animal Control and taken to the shelter.  Mom and dad saved them both and brought them home.  They are such softies when it comes to us four legged animals, you know 🙂

 

 

And special thank you to Phenny across the pond who sent me and my brother Houdini some birthday goodies.  We are sending you lots of meow’s, hogs and snout kisses ❤

 
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Posted by on June 25, 2017 in Bacon, Hemi

 

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Happy Father’s Day Daddy!

Today, June 18th, is just a special day – it’s Father’s Day!!  I have to say happy Father’s Day to my biological father, Champ.   If it wasn’t for him and my mom, Bertha, I wouldn’t be here with my adopted family at the Hotel Thompson.  So Happy Father’s Day Champ!

And then, my adopted dad.  What can I say?  He adopted me when I was a small tyke – I could barely walk!  I knew nothing about life at a mere three weeks.  I was still on formula and had to be taught everything.  Do you know to this day, dad takes care of me during the day?  While mom is at the worky place, dad makes sure that I get all of my nutritional food and that I’m happy until mom gets home.  Isn’t that great?  I guess you could call him my pigdad.

So, for today dad don’t worry about anything.  Me, the purr things and mom will handle it at the Hotel Thompson.  Heck, mom even said something about fixing your favorite food… and that I might get a taste.  Hey – it’s a win win situation today!

Enough of the seriousness though.  Let’s talk Bacon – oink chuckles.  Just for today dad, you can sit back on the sofa, enjoy your television and have the remote.  You don’t have to utter one word… especially the phrases I’ve heard you say around here.  Oh, you look shocked.  Let me remind you of some of the phrases – PLOL (Pig Laughing Out Loud).  How many have you heard from your fathers?

Just because I love you doesn’t mean I have to like everything you do.

Because I’m the Dad, that’s why!

I brought you into this world, and I can take you out! 

I’m a Dad, I know everything.

The sooner you learn to stand on your own two feet, the better off you’ll be. – which never makes sense to me since I have four feet – shakes piggy head

That’s just the way life is, son.

You make a better door than a window!

Were you born In a Barn?  well, yes I was

Do you think money grows on trees?  technically, it does 🙂

I haven’t developed gray hairs for nothing!

You are too young to understand this.

And my favorite all time one liner from dad –

Go ask your mother….. perfect… I will 🙂

 

 
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Posted by on June 18, 2017 in Bacon

 

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Shopping Around the World

This month my dear brother Phenny is hosting Shopping Around the World.  His suggestion this month was pie, dessert or anything sweet.  Since I can’t just post a picture of me for something sweet – snorts with piggy laughter, I”m going to let mom take care of this month.  Hope you enjoy my friends ❤

Now this month was hard.  Sweets – my favorites of any kind – is something I’m trying to stay away from here at the Hotel Thompson.  But there are times that the inner sweet monster comes from within and you just *have* to have something gooey and wonderful.  A long time favorite of ours here are Whoopie Pies.  Now if you don’t know what a Whoopie Pie is here, you are a sheltered person and need a fix ASAP!  You can fix them as elaborately as you want or in my case as simple as you want.  And you know me…. I’m all about simple 🙂 

So here is a picture of what a Whoopie Pie looks like.  (I didn’t take this picture.)  This is a simple way of seeing what a Whoopie Pie looks like.  They should be gooey and wonderful.  Most of them are made with a cake batter as the top and bottom.  But remember, I have a favorite ‘quick’ recipe.  Here you go:

◊ Store bought cookies (no lying).  Get a package of the soft cookies – you don’t want a hard one.  Or you can make your own.  Now remember to buy twice as many cookies because you will need two cookies for every Whoopie Pie.  I bought a package of 24 cookies from our local market for $3.29 – I bought Macadamia cookies.  Buy and make whatever kind of cookies you like.  24 cookies will make 12 Whoopie Pies.

◊ Here is the tricky part – what do you want for your center?  You have several options.  You can buy a container of Cool Whip.  You can buy those little containers of pre-made frosting.  Or, you can be lazy like me.  I asked the bakery department at my market to whip me up some butter cream frosting.  A huge container cost me $4.99 – and that is more than enough.  

Now the fun begins.  I take my 12 cookies and place them on a cookie sheet.  I then put my butter cream frosting in a pastry bag and start dabbing frosting on my cookies.  After all my cookies have full attention, I then place cookies on top of the frosting.  There you go – instant Whoopie Pies.  No, they are not like the ‘real’ Whoopie Pies but are your guests or family going to know the difference?  Of course not.  Heck, throw some flour on your face and around the kitchen and let them know you slaved in the kitchen for hours.  Who is going to know?  I’m not going to tell.  ❤ 

 
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Posted by on March 31, 2017 in Shopping Around the World

 

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It Wasn’t Me… This Time

  Every once in a while, I get a story that I just *have* to pass along.  This is one of those times.  It is way too funny for sure.  Many of you know that my cousin Sherlock Bones lives in Chicago, Illinois.  Sherlock Bones is 5 – like me – and he’s a Basset Hound.  Awesome cousin for sure!  

Mom is sitting on the couch last night watching television and she gets a text from her sister, my Aunt Tina.  Mom reads it and then starts laughing.  So of course you know all of us anipals have to go up to mom and ask her what’s so funny.

Aunt Tina bought a pizza for the family last night, put it way back on the kitchen counter and went for a quick run through the neighborhood.  My cousin Maverick had went to the bathroom to wash up and was going to eat when he was finished.  In the meantime, guess who smelled the pizza?  If you said Sherlock Bones, we have a winner!

Somehow Sherlock learned how to reach further back on the kitchen counter and helped himself to some dinner.

In just a short time span, Sherlock Bones ate 8 boneless wings and three slices of pizza.

He then proceeded to stash three more slices of pizza in the sofa.  You know so he could have a midnight snack.  The dog has skills.

I’m thinking that one day when I grow up I can try to be like him… looks down at my miniature pot-belly and short legs, okay maybe not.

After his dinner, he stretched out on the sofa belly up full from his adventure.

Texts went back/forth between mom and Aunt Tina – all full of sarcasm and fun.  Then Aunt Tina sent the final picture of Sherlock Holmes laying on the sofa all sad.  Why was he sad?  Because he spent a solid ten minutes looking for his ‘stashed’ pizza in the sofa and couldn’t find them.  He could smell them but they were gone.  Aunt Tina had found them and removed them from the sofa.

I guess Sherlock Bones was so heartbroken.

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on February 21, 2017 in Bacon

 

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31 Days of Spook – Dad’s Aunt Dorothy

Today’s spook tale is a real scary story, something that happened to my daddy when he was a young boy.  Are you ready for this?  Are you sure?  You might want to hold someone’s hand.

When dad was around was 10 years old, his mom’s Aunt Dorothy passed away.  She had a house in Blue Ridge, West Virginia.  It looked similar to this picture.  Up on a hill top, had a wrap around porch and was two stories with a full basement.  The house looked normal but had a little bit of an eerie factor… especially to a young child.  Let me give you a little bit background on some chilling history of the home.

Aunt Dorothy had a brother named John that also lived with her. There’s two different stories that circulated about what happened to dear poor John.  One was that Aunt Dorothy and John had dinner one night.  Afterwards, he stood up, crossed himself and then fell over dead.  They other story was they had a fight one day and Aunt Dorothy left the house.  When she returned from cooling down, he was dead.  No one knows which tale is how poor John really died.  Only one fact did remain – John was dead.  From that day forward, Aunt Dorothy locked his room and no one was ever allowed to enter his room.   And although the room was locked and she had the key, she would often mention how it sounded like someone was in the room at night walking around.

Upon Aunt Dorothy’s death, daddy’s mom and dad took him to the house so they could start cleaning some things up to sale the home.  They traveled out of state and got to Blue Ridge, West Virginia on a Thursday evening.  They went to Aunt Dorothy’s home the next day to start the clean up.  They went inside and it was cool inside, almost like goosebump kind of cool with the hair on your arms standing up.  This was strange because in that time during the 1970’s in this area, there really wasn’t central heating and air.  It was the middle of August and it was hot outside, in the 90’s plus.  Typical summer time weather – hot and very humid.  But, in the home it was cool and comfortable, almost ice cold.  They commented on how it was so cold that you could almost hang meat.  But they started to go through the home to see what they wanted, starting with the upstairs.

They found the key to the locked room that once belonged to Aunt Dorothy’s brother John.  The room had just been locked and never touched – as if he was returning back home one day and it was just frozen in time.  There was a book on the bedside table that was still marked where he had left off from reading.  Clothes were still scattered about the room.  The bed was still made.  There was a partial letter written on the desk to an old friend that was never finished.  The room had a eerie feeling like someone was still there and it was cold in this room as well.  One thing that was strange about the room.  There was no cob webs, no dust, nothing that looked like this room had been vacant for over 15 years. It was bizarre but they figured Aunt Dorothy had been in dusting.  But why dust and not pick up the scattered clothing?

Daddy’s father wanted him to go down into the basement alone to check for any tools that they possibly might want to bring home.  Daddy being all of 10 said sure.  How very brave of him.   Each step he took going down into the dark, cold and dank basement, he felt like he was being watched.  At times, it was like someone was following him but no one else was there when he looked around.  He found some things that they might possibly want and he gathered them up.  Slowly, he took everything upstairs with each step still feeling like he was being watched and followed.  And yes he was a child and you might be saying that he was scared because of his age.  Well, was he?  Let’s continue our story.

They stayed at the house on/off for the next couple of days cleaning.  They would go back to the hotel each night and return in the hot August weather with the coolness inside of the home.  Each day they were there cleaning and fixing things up, the house remained cool like there was an air conditioner on… but there wasn’t one. 

On the last day, dad’s mom asked him and his father to start cleaning up the living room area while she was starting in the parlor.  There was an old china cabinet that had french doors on the front.  When you looked through the glass panes, you could see a locked latch across the front.  Dad’s mom tried the doors, but she couldn’t get them open.  They were firmly locked.   Inside of the china cabinet, there was some sterling silver and china that dad’s mom wanted to take back home.

She didn’t want to break the doors in hopes of selling the antique furniture.  On the opposite side of the wall, there was a hutch.  She asked for the boys to come over to possibly help find a key to the china cabinet.  While the boys were searching the hutch, all of a sudden dad’s mom let out a chilling scream.

They turned around immediately and the french doors to the china cabinet were standing wide open as if someone had opened them both at the same time.  Dad’s mom took full advantage of the opportunity and removed the pieces she wanted.  Afterwards, she pushed the doors back together and the cabinet locked itself back up.  You could hear the click-click sound of the latch going right back to where it was previously.

We took the items we wanted out to the car while dad’s father took the trash out.  We came back into the house to lock it up to leave our final time.  We noticed that the house had lost the coolness feeling that it had and had become hot just like it was outside in the August air.  Three days of air conditioning, goosebump coolness, hair standing on your arms and now hot humid heat.  We left that day and never returned.

 
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Posted by on October 19, 2016 in 31 Days of Spook, Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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