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Dear Bacon
Dear Bacon – This cold. This awful weather outside. This snow and ice. Make.it.go.away. I’m so ready for Spring. I go outside to do my business and I just can’t wait to get back inside to the heat. Help. Signed Passed Out Frozen
Dear Passed Out Frozen – Soon my little friend, very soon. I can almost smell Spring. I can hear the birds. I can see the flowers starting to come out to play. Hang in there little guy – it will be here soon. I can feel it in my piggy bones!
Dear Bacon – I think we got it wrong. See, we heard two fisherman talking about French kissing. They were describing it but I don’t think this what they meant. Do you? Signed Frenchie
Dear Frenchie – Okay my friends I had to ask daddy about this one because I had no clue as well. Daddy said that it may feel like you are swallowing the other one’s head if you don’t do it right. It’s more tongue action and less swallowing the head of your loved one. He kind of lost me after that. It sounded gross. Then I heard mom laughing at me because I said it was gross. Rolls piggy eyes. Humans are so weird. Just stay with regular kissing – best of luck!
Dear Bacon – Our human, he is weird. He thought it “would be so neat” to put our food in the middle of the pool full of water. Really human? This is funny? Really? Bacon you gotta help us to get even. Signed Pissed Off
Dear Pissed Off – What in the world?! This means WAR my friends. Do you hear me – W.A.R. Here’s what you do. There’s this fluffy white stuff the humans *have* to have in their litter box they call the bathroom. Gather it all. Every single last roll of the fluffy stuff. Then take it out back in the back yard and throw it in the pool with all of the water. Evil snorts. That’ll get them where it hurts. Trust me on this.
Dear Bacon – True love always finds a way. Whether it is across the world, the next state, the next city or the next stall. We are firm believers. Signed Love for Two
Dear Love for Two – That is so very sweet and special my friend. As I read it, rain of joyous tears came down my snout. So sweet – keep it alive my friends.
Dear Bacon – I’m keeping an eye on my brother. I just left him something and he should smell it in 3, 2, 1 – Barks with laughter. Signed SBD
Dear SBD – Oh dear piggy heavens. Don’t tell me SBD as in Silent But Deadly. Drops piggy head and shakes it. There’s always one in the group. WOW! It never gets old hearing about farts – snorts.
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Mint Farts for Christmas List?
Making my Christmas list now and adding this for dear daddy. Anyone on your list these too? I wonder if they come in different smells? Snorts.
Dear Coach – Special Edition
Oh my friends – we’ve got a good one for you this week. My tummy hurts from laughing so hard. My buddy Eli Pacheco, AKA Coach Daddy, is filling in for me this week. Oh my friends. When he sent me these replies, I almost spit an entire glass of water on my computer screen. I hope you enjoy these as much as we did here at the Hotel Thompson. Please be sure to visit his blog and show him some love. Tell him that Bacon sent you 🙂
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Dear Coach Daddy,
I’m not a kitten anymore. I want to look … sophisticated. I’ve changed many behaviors already. I won’t chase yarn balls, and I never fall for the light-on-the-floor trick. Well, rarely. I recently discovered some makeup stored near my litter box. What do you think? Chic, or no? Signed, Meeee-yowza
Dear Meeee-yowza,
That is a mature look. Eye makeup does work sometimes, on some discriminating cats. Jenni-purr Lawrence, for example. With your skin tone, you might consider the natural look. Or consult Arlene, from Garfield fame. Now there’s a cat who can wear makeup. Signed, Coach Daddy
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Dear Coach Daddy,
My two brothers and I are inseparable. We dig holes side by side. We bury bones side by side. We even circle up and mark a fire hydrant side by side. Recently, though, one of us has fallen victim to flatulence. I’m certain it isn’t me, but it’s unbearable. What can we do? Signed, Silent but Deadly
Dear Silent but Deadly,
I take it you all are reading this. I cannot diagnose you, or prevent it from happening. Whoever the skunky one is can perhaps bark when you poot, to mask the sound. I have nothing to mask the smell, unfortunately. Perhaps lay off the Snausages? Signed, Coach Daddy
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Dear Coach D
addy,
I need dating advice. I’ve heard the ladies have a soft spot for the pug, but I don’t see it happening. I even work out and eat eggs for a beautiful coat. I read online that fancy urination is all the rage in Europe. I think this pose will be a lady killer. What do you think of it? Signed, Zorro of the Pee Pee
Dear Zoro of the Pee Pee,
That’s quite some form, and I’m certain for the right audience, it’ll be a real hit, especially when your audience is in heat. It’s overdone, though. I’d suggest some flair – maybe try to spell your beloved’s name with your stream. A man has to make a name for himself, after all. Signed, Coach Daddy
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Dear Coach Daddy,
Shh. I think I hear them coming. No, it’s clear. Listen. I came from a house full of cats when I was just a pup. Nowadays, I am an only pet in a happy home – but the cats, they still haunt my dreams. It’s as if they’re … watching me. Ever get that feeling? Signed, Nervous Nellie
Dear Nervous Nellie,
I know the feeling, girlfriend. It always seems like I’m tossing cats’ eyes on the dice. And when you turn and look? No one there. I’m glad you wrote. I thought I was the only one. I think you’re fine … but, I’d keep my back to the wall when you’re at the food bowl – just in case. Signed, Coach Daddy
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Dear Coach Daddy,
I’m a Great Dane who has always played by the rules. I never chew up shoes, mess on the sidewalk or bark at night. Recently, a spicy little Cavalier King Charles named Gigi has blown into my life like a dogcatcher’s net. She’s turned my life upside down. She chews shoes, barks at night, and questions authority, as you can see in this photo I took of her. See? She’s such a rebel. Do you see a future for us? Signed, Right-wing Rufus
Dear Rufus,
Love is a splendid mess, amigo. Maybe you and Gigi will give each other balance. She’ll show you how to toss caution to the wind and chase mailmen. You can show her the benefit of restraint and order. It looks to me like the start of something beautiful. You go dawg. Signed, Coach Daddy
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Thanks again to Coach to helping me out this week. Be sure to check his blog out my friends. And remember, Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU. Please keep sending me your photographs and letters!
Piglove 