Oh my friends. Sometimes I’m just simply AMAZED at some of the things I find in newspapers and online on my laptop computer. After reading some articles, some of the things I mutter are: WOW, Really? You’ve got to be kidding? Can anyone be that touched? You think I’m kidding don’t you? Okay – read this article here that I found and see what you think then my friends. Don’t say I didn’t tell you – snorts.
Dear Bacon – I think it’s time for a new couch… AKA a new bed for me. I think I’ve outgrown this one. Can you believe I used to fit perfect… once upon a time? What do you think? Signed Stretch
Dear Stretch – Man, I would kill for those legs. Those are awesome and powerful legs my friend. I think your master might get the hint soon. Keep going to sleep on that couch AKA bed. Sooner or later, he has to take the hint.
Dear Bacon – Come on pig, sing with me, “If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands. If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands. If you’re happy and you know it then your life will surely show it, if you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands.” Signed Happy Hamster
Dear Happy Hamster – Thanks for the laugh little man. I actually did sing along with you while I was reading it. That’s one way to make a Tuesday much brighter! Carry on and continue.
Dear Bacon – It’ll be fun they said. I could be the first cat in outer space. Not only did the put this ridiculous hat on me, they attached helium balloons. Have you ever seen a cat float with it’s little legs trying to run but you can’t touch the ground? It’s not a funny sight. Signed Walking on Air
Dear Walking on Air – Snorts – I’ll have to remember this for the purr things next birthday party. I have to say that it is really original. I have to wonder. How long did they keep you in that contraption? So funny!
Dear Bacon – All of my life, I’ve been asked the same question. Are you white with black spots or black with white spots. I think this picture finally gives you the answer to that question. What do you think? Signed Spots
Dear Spots – Awesome picture my friend! I guess you’re white with black spots then!
I knew it! Mommy has always told me that with enough thrust (and perhaps sugar) that I could fly. I wouldn’t be the first either. I found this on the internet because you know only the truth is on the internet. The first pig flew in 1909. See, I can fly! I must go and work on this now. Happy weekend friends!
Every Wednesday for the month of February, I’m going to bring you a travel story of a trip to Israel that my aunt went on during the Christmas holidays. This was indeed a once in a lifetime kind of trip full of great scenery, history and wonderful food and people. I’ve looked over my aunt’s pictures and I can tell you in one word a description of them – AMAZING! I hope you enjoy us every week this month so that we may all relive her travels.
A trip to Israel? Seriously? Do I have to scream YES?! Plans to be made – passports to be ordered. What do I pack? What will the food be like? The people? Okay, I’m getting ahead of myself. First things first, travel arrangements. Everything was planned months in advance.
Then the big day came – WOW! I’m so excited. I rushed around the house doing final packing and out the
door to the airport I was. I was happily counting down the hours until touch down in the old country. I get to the airport for the first part of my trip which is to fly in to Detroit for my connecting flight to Paris. However, this is where I met my first obstacle. My flight to Detroit was delayed due to damage the plane took on while in flight. Bummer. But safety first, right? So they put us up in a hotel overnight with food vouchers. Who can say no to that, right? It was part of our adventure.
The next day, we did it all over again and was able to get on the plane for Detroit. This flight took us a little over an hour. Once in Detroit, we then boarded our connecting flight to Paris – the land of love. This time we would be in the sky for almost 8 hours. And who says that airplane food is bad – especially served with free wine 🙂 
Airplane food – pastas, lentil salad
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Finally we touched down in Paris where we would have a six hour layover. Paris has lots of emphasis on style, perfume, alcohol shops and lots of smoking areas – thank goodness. Since our layover was only six hours, we decided to check out the airport and what it had to offer. Chocolates for one thing – yum! The Paris Airport has a Fauchon shop which is known for their macarons. Also at the airport, the have cheese and wine – who would have thought that huh? It just makes you want to pull up and nibble on some for a while.
Below is a picture of the ‘smoking rooms’ at the Paris Airport. Crowded huh? Also below is a picture of a coffee shop. Coffee in Paris is different than in the States, not only by taste but size. In Paris, the largest cup size that is offered is smaller than a Starbucks tall. What a difference!
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Finally, it was time to board the plane for our final connecting flight to Tel Aviv which would take us over 5 hours. Again, with free wine and great food – we were set for the destination of our travels. Please join us next Wednesday for more in my travels to Israel.
Dear Bacon – Never EVER trust a dare from a dog my friend. They will put you up to something knowing darn well that the end results would not be good… at least for the kitty. The barky thing was like, “Hey, cool kitty don’t you want to fly?” He persuaded me that hanging on to this balloon would be the coolest thing since sliced bread. What he neglected to tell me was that the balloon was going to float my hairy little body up and it would scare me and then my nails would come out and when I was half way up the balloon would pop because of said nails. That bastard dog is all I gotta say. Never trust them. Signed I’m Floating… but not for long
Dear I’m Floating … but Not for Long – Okay apparently the pooch had the brilliance of foresight to take your picture to capture this for eternity. And you have to admit that it was really creative on his part to see if you could fly, even if it was momentarily. Look at the bright side, you are a cool cat!
Dear Bacon – There I was. Finally I had the attention of the gal that so rocks my world. I was showing her my ninja moves trying to impress her with my skills and abilities. While my buddy Rolan was on the porch rolling with kitty laughter. I tell you pig, never let your friends stay around when you are trying to hit on a chick. They don’t help in any way. Signed Ninja Kitty
Dear Ninja Kitty – I gotta say you got some moves my friend. I think that pose is awesome. Who says cats can’t push themselves off of the floor and kick that high? I wish I could! I bet I would be able to impress the ladies too. And don’t worry about Rolan. That’s why he is still single – snorts.
Dear Bacon – Sometimes when you are tired you are just too tired to care. Here I was climbing my house to get my kitty cat exercise. That’s when it hit me – BAM! I was tired. So I did what I do best. I made the best of the situation and took me a little sunny siesta. I could feel the heat from the sun on me and was dreaming for just a while that I was on the beach somewhere enjoying sand in my paws and a cold drink beside me. Sigh – it was such a great dream. That is until I fell out of the hammock onto my tushy on the floor. Shakes my body. Dreams suck sometimes. Signed Taking Five
Dear Taking Five – I agree. Sometimes dreams do suck. Once, I had a dream that I met Miss Piggy and we were going swimming in a lake under the moonlight – just me and the love of my life. The water woke me up – I peed on myself. Shakes piggy head. See, dreams can suck like you can’t imagine!
Dear Bacon – I’m all for one in picking up sports that fit your body and your skills. I myself LOVE to swim – especially diving off of the diving board. And what can I say? This body was made for belly flops at our local watering hole. I highly recommend them. And I can tell that you would be good at this. Just look at your pot-belly. That is a piece of artwork you have there my friend. Next time you get a chance, take the splash. Signed Happy Trails
Dear Happy Trails – Really you think so? You think this belly is made for some flops in the water? I do work hard at maintaining my piggy physique. It’s not as easy as one would think it is. It takes time perfecting the right amount of munchies throughout the day to have this keg – who wants a six pack these days? That’s just so common! Happy swimming my friend!
Dear Bacon – Play with the little humans they said. No one will get hurt they said. It would be fun they said… aren’t those famous last words? So I let the little humans play with me – I was thinking chase not bury the treasure. I knew I was in trouble when they dug a hole and stuck me in it. And then the big humans had the nerve to yell, “Dinner”. You know those pesky little people left me like this – nothing to help me but my paws and tail sticking up. Really? This is how you treat me for not leaving poo in your house. Barks – we’ll see how fast that changes. Signed Butt Deep in Trouble
Dear Butt Deep in Trouble – I have to admit that it does look kind of fun. I mean not the you are stuck in the sand never to flee again or chase mailman fun… but the look at you aren’t you so cute with your paws and tail sticking out fun. I think you look so very cute! Don’t worry, you can bury the little humans next time when they play – fair play is fair play – snorts with piggy laughter.
REMEMBER my friends, Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU. Please continue to email me your letters and pictures ❤
We had a wonderful LONG weekend here with the rock clan. We all got together and had a Bon Voyage party for Bashful. He is now off again to parts unknown. Where or where will that little rock of mine roll up to next?
Could it be here? Could it be there? In the states or across the pond? On the other side of the world? I’m not telling. Nope. I’m keeping a secret. There’s nothing you can do to make me talk. Nope. Not at all. My piggy lips are sealed. Only two other people know.. well maybe three. Mommy, the nice Mr. Postman guy and the host family. And none of them are talking either. Anyone want to take a guess?
Soon…. we shall know hopefully soon.
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And you should have seen all of the girls here crying over Bashful. Princess Coralena, Virginia, Rockelle and Koishi. I’m not sure which one was crying the most!
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UPDATE: Mom always sends off Bashful at the post office closest to her worky place. I want you to know that the staff there now truly knows that mom is certifiable and should be wearing a white jacket that buttons in the back. They have been inquiring about the boxes that she sends off. She told them today what was actually in the boxes. You should have seen the looks on their faces – PRICELESS. I mean truly PRICELESS. The response of, “You have a what that you do what with?” and “Girl, you need a hobby.”
These were said in fun and mom just laughed it all off smiling. Then she threw in the icing on the cake. She told them that the rock wasn’t actually hers, it was mine… a pig. Oh dear piggy heavens. Daddy laughed and said he was surprised that they didn’t pick up the phone right there and then.
But it’s not weird. My pet rock travels. He’s good at it and has a lot of great and giving friends that like to host him and show him a good time. Shakes piggy head. I don’t see anything wrong with that. Do you? Snorts.
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