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National Pretzel Day

Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –

Keeping his paws on the nuts of the world –

Today is National Pretzel Day – what a way to celebrate pretzels of all shapes and sizes.  How do you like your pretzels?  Straight, twisted, hard, soft, thick or thin?  Then think of all the different flavors you can get – cinnamon, raisin, salted, sesame, chocolate, jalapeno, bacon wrapped, stuffed with peanut butter, sour dough – served with mustard or cheese? AND let’s not forget about pretzel wrapped hot dogs – mmm.   Do you eat them straight out of the bag or do you prepare your own and bake them in the oven?

Pretzels are believed to be the world’s oldest snack and date back as far as 610 AD in Southern France. Monks baked thin strips of dough into the shape of a child’s arms folded in prayer. Add a little salt, and Voila! …the pretzel industry was born.

Pretzels also symbolize good fortune, bringing prosperity and spiritual wholeness with every bite. Wedding couples fell into the practice of breaking a pretzel, much like one might break a wishbone on Thanksgiving.  The person with the larger piece was assured domestic happiness. The pretzel, over time, came to symbolize the “tying of the marriage knot.”

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Bashful is HOME!

 

Guess who came home from visiting my brother Phenny in France?!  That would be Bashful, my pet rock.  Squeals!  Some of the stories he told – oh my piggy heavens.  He had such a blast visiting Phenny – and getting in trouble and spending some time on his time out rug – snorts with piggy laughter.  He arrived Thursday night here at the Hotel Thompson with some wonderful gifts that kept him company on his way home.

And of course, he brought home a friend!  Meet Brittany who is a little bit of rock and roll – all the way from France.  Let me tell you friends, she has a voice on her and has been singing non-stop.  I need to be careful with this one.  The next thing I’ll know is she will be starting her own Rock Group here at the Hotel Thompson with some pebble back up singers.

So everyone – let’s welcome Brittany to the blogs and my growing rock collection.  ❤

And huge THANK YOU for Phenny and his staff for hosting my little tyke Bashful.  Thanks so much brother!!

 

 
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Posted by on 03/21/2017 in Bacon, Bashful Field Trip, Pet Rocks

 

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Happy Birthday Bashful!!

 

 OMP (oh my pig!)  Can you believe that it’s been FOUR years since Bashful came to live with me here at the Hotel Thompson?  This is him all snuggled in transport the first time that I saw him – aaww.  Wasn’t he all cute and innocent in his straw bed? 

And to think of all of the places he  has been in the world?  He’s going to need extra pages in his passport book soon ❤

So, today, let’s all wish our little international rolling stone a huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

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Posted by on 03/20/2017 in Bacon, Pet Rocks

 

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TRAVEL TUESDAY…

Oh friends – be sure to check out brother Phenny’s latest escapades with Bashful. Boy, I wish the store was open on their adventure – I’m hungry! XOXO – Bacon

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WITH BASHFUL AND DA PHENNY…

guess what? on sunday Bashful and me felt howly somehow… so we decided to go to a monastery

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…butt furst we walked through a forest…

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… there were so much new smells to discover and my nose had an all you can smell party…

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….there were peemails written by a fox… it said ring-ding-ding… and wa-papapapa-pow… makes no sense to me…

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…then my dad disappeared from the photo, because he stepped in a hole, the only one in that whole forest and then he was huffy, because the mama laughed at him…

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…but Bashful had mercy and invited the wounded warrior for a short rest…

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… while we pondered if we should call an ambulance or Lassie&Benji…

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…fortunately my dad is a mollycoddle trooper, he needed no amputation nor a cast …

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…and so we waddled on and followed the arrows to da abbey…

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Posted by on 02/28/2017 in Bashful Field Trip

 

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Spotlight Thursday – Meet Mr Phoenix

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:  Mr. Phoenix des gray mice des graviers

Age:  4 months

Location:  Brittany/France

Web/Blog Page:  Mr. Phoenix

What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents?  Honestly? I thought they are strange somehow. While they waited for me,  the woman (aka the mama) had one of the Sphinx cats of my breeder  on her shoulder and awwed and ohhhed how beautiful that cats are. The man (aka the da)d played with the old bull terrier lady of my breeder and they both were so distracted that I had to bark before they noticed me.

What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home?  As I wrote my name on the floor… and on the bed, the carpet, the car, the chair and the sofa…then my ink tank was empty but I made enough things to my own to call it my home, right?

What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home?   As I bit my dad in his sniffer, he screamed like a girl and that was a shocking moment for me, I tell ya… I mean a 6’11” – guy with a voice like Barbie? That is scary.

 Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why?  My Dad. He is so fabulous in-consequent… so a lot of impossible things are possible.   I only have to wait till he is distracted with torturing the keyboard :o) Butt mostly I’m a mom-boy, I stick on her like glue. I sleep on her head and I’m always with her… even in the bathroom.

What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you?  They think I’m a baby. Well, technically I am a baby…but I’m a Weimaraner and a Virgo, so there is no reason to turn into a howl-i-copter… and there is no reason to park the Weimaraner on the pad of shame… just saying…



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

 
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Posted by on 01/19/2017 in Spotlight Thursday

 

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Our Hearts are Broken

Our hearts are so broken here at the Hotel Thompson this morning.  We woke up to hear about the passing of our beloved brother Easy.  Please friends, join us in lighting a candle and sending massive hogs and snout kisses to Easy’s parents during this time.  Our hearts go out to them ❤

 
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Posted by on 11/30/2016 in Bacon, Hemi, Houdini

 

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31 Days of Spook – The Legends of the Mont’s d’ Arree

Hello ghostly friends.  Today we have a guest submission.  This is from my brother Easy across the pond.  And what a delicious hands on tale with pictures.  I do so hope you enjoy it.  Try not to shake too much.


The Legends of the Mont’s d’ Arree

Located in the middle of Finisterre, the Monts d’ Arree are the natural border between north and south of Finisterre. This area is the bretagne bretonnante, the heart of Brittany.

And the time stands still there… literally, you can google it, with all our modern stuff, satellites, radio masts and whatnot, here NO cell phone works.  The area is occupied by goblins, druids and some creatures of the darkness.

At night the stone carvings of Ankou, the death, come back to life and therefore all hikers and wanderers avoid the abandoned buildings you can find even in the darkest forest and far away from civilization.

If you enter such a house, you never will leave it… even when you run like the wind or a Weimaraner… just saying.

There also is one of the sneakiest bogs, the Yeun-Elez. Legend has it that the devil hid his treasures once there and those who want to get rich will die trying. The  Prince of Darkness will grab the gold diggers by their legs and he will drag them into eternal darkness.  Even the entrance to hell, Youdig, is here in this bog….butt no worries, the devil is not at home he is on the way to Lac St. Michel where another creature of the night lures for fresh victims.

Do you wonder why there is foam on the water? That’s because the lake is the playground of the Kannerezed Noz, the washer women of the night. They come out at night to wash the burial garments of recently passed people.

If you meet them, you have to wash the garments with them till dawn… if you can’t stand this they will break your arms and throw you in the lake.

Every year around Howl-o-ween, the druids come to this places to celebrate their annual samhain and a lot of people of the Gorsedds of Bards from Wales, Awens of Cornwall or Scotland  or the Goursez Breizh visit this area for their rituals and it is common here  to see people in white, blue, red or green robes who wander through the bog or the mountains. We don’t laugh at them.  We greet them and leave them alone.  You never know where humbug ends and magic begins…. specially here… tout commence à  finisterre.

HAPPY SHOCKTOBER

 

 

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