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Boo! Dismemberment

Oh my friends – didn’t you get a chill just reading that title – dismemberment?  It does bring me shutters thinking about it.  You see this is a story that read about and heard on television.  I couldn’t believe my piggy eyes and ears!  I was shocked and ran to tell mom/dad.  They were in awe as well.

There was a man that lived in Tennessee.  Back in November of last year, he and his wife had a huge fight.  Things didn’t end well.  The fight escalated and the guy ended up killing his wife, dismembering her and putting her in their freezer in the garage of their house.  There she was for two days.

During those two days, the man kept thinking his wife was coming to him in his dreams about what happened.  He finally went and checked the freezer and she was alive!  They had a long conversation and she was telling him how much she loved him.  He was crying when he called 911 to come out and help her.

The police arrived to the house.  When they went into the garage, there was no way the woman could have been talking to the guy – she was dead and had been for several days.  Did she come back to seek her revenge?

 

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31 Days of Spook – Dismemberment

Oh my friends – didn’t you get a chill just reading that title – dismemberment?  It does bring me shutters thinking about it.  You see this is a story that read about and heard on television.  I couldn’t believe my piggy eyes and ears!  I was shocked and ran to tell mom/dad.  They were in awe as well.  

There was a man that lived in Tennessee.  Back in November of last year, he and his wife had a huge fight.  Things didn’t end well.  The fight escalated and the guy ended up killing his wife, dismembering her and putting her in their freezer in the garage of their house.  There she was for two days.

During those two days, the man kept thinking his wife was coming to him in his dreams about what happened.  He finally went and checked the freezer and she was alive!  They had a long conversation and she was telling him how much she loved him.  He was crying when he called 911 to come out and help her.

The police arrived to the house.  When they went into the garage, there was no way the woman could have been talking to the guy – she was dead and had been for several days.  Did she come back to seek her revenge?

 

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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!

 

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on 04/11/2016 in Bacon

 

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31 Days of Spook – Dismemberment

Oh my friends – didn’t you get a chill just reading that title – dismemberment?  It does bring me shutters thinking about it.  You see this is a story that read about and heard on television.  I couldn’t believe my piggy eyes and ears!  I was shocked and ran to tell mom/dad.  They were in awe as well.  

There was a man that lived in Tennessee.  Back in November of last year, he and his wife had a huge fight.  Things didn’t end well.  The fight escalated and the guy ended up killing his wife, dismembering her and putting her in their freezer in the garage of their house.  There she was for two days.

During those two days, the man kept thinking his wife was coming to him in his dreams about what happened.  He finally went and checked the freezer and she was alive!  They had a long conversation and she was telling him how much she loved him.  He was crying when he called 911 to come out and help her.

The police arrived to the house.  When they went into the garage, there was no way the woman could have been talking to the guy – she was dead and had been for several days.  Did she come back to seek her revenge?

 

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31 Days of Spook – Story Submission

I hope everyone had a great and wonderful weekend – not too many boos and ghosts.  Today, we have another guest story submission.  This one is from my friend Kelly at Boomdeeadda.  Do you know her?  If you don’t, you are so missing out on entertainment and a wonderful spirit – snorts how appropriate today huh?  Please make it a point to visit my friend Kelly at Boomdeeadda – tell her that Bacon sent you.

  

“Dear Bacon, I thought I’d tell you about a holiday I took with my girlfriend to visit her Grandma.  We were both 13 and staying for a week.  We were sleeping in the basement of her old house. Every night, my friend and I would get out a Ouija Board and ask it all kinds of questions. The first few nights were fun and silly with lots of giggles.

One night, it was especially animated. It was just flying around the board.  At first we thought it was all nonsense, then we started to write down the letters.  Some of the words we didn’t even know. So we went upstairs to ask Grandma for a dictionary (no home computers in 1974, ha).  To our surprise, the board had spelled words neither of us knew but they were in the dictionary. After accusing each other, we were so freaked out, we put the Ouija Board out in the garage and never touched it the rest of the holiday. I don’t know about my girlfriend, but I’ve never used one since. Too freaky.

I don’t know who we had visit, but they sure scared the heck out of us….hey I just noticed, the first three letters of my blog name spell BOO!  eeeeek :D”

 
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Posted by on 10/20/2014 in 31 Days of Spook, Bacon

 

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My Friends

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Okay, how many takers do I have here with this funny?  Are you weird, deranged, freaky or just plain nutty like me?  Do you not care who knows it?

I’m raising my hoof.  I’m me. I’m one of a kind.  I have ups and downs.  I laugh, snort, cry and squeal like a rooster/dog.  I run and jump, play and sleep.  I have fun.

I meet new friends and remember my old friends.  I foam at the mouth when I’m excited.  I fart when I overeat.  Hey, it’s who I am.

But in the end, I’ll be your friend through thick and thin!  ❤ you my friends – old and new!

 
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Posted by on 09/26/2014 in Bacon

 

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Freaky Friday Mix Up

Dear Diary,

Something wicked has happened to me. I’m not sure what to think about this. It started out like usual and then it went far left really quick. I’m getting ahead of myself like I normally do so let me start from the beginning. This is what happened:

Yawn and stretch. Hhhmm – eyebrows straight up – that felt different. My stretch was more… well stretchy. Strange. It felt like I had long and fluid legs… not my usual short and stout ones. Maybe I’m losing weight – yeah that has to be it. Opens eyes and looks around my room. What is that insistent chirping noise? It’s coming from beyond the window in my bedroom. I stand up and stretch again. Man, I must be really losing weight. I felt my back, my legs and even my tail stretch on that one. There goes that chirping again. Dude, that’s got to stop.

I walked over to the window and that was another strange thing. My hooves on my bedroom floor didn’t make the regular clickety-clack sound. Strange but okay. I gotta eat some more. I looked up at the window ledge and didn’t think twice before I jumped up on it. WOW – I can jump! Wonder why I never did that before? I looked out the window and spotted those singing creatures outside. Those would so make a wonderful two piece snack. Snap, did I say that? And oh looky – there is Mr. Parson’s furry things. HISS! Double HISS! What in the world?! Where did that come from? Shakes head – things are weird this Friday.

I hear mom in the kitchen and the next thing I knew she was saying, “Frühstück”. I immediately jumped down and went down the hallway. Hey, I’m hungry for some breakfast. I hope she made tuna. I then stopped immediately in my tracks. What?! How did I know German? And tuna for breakfast? Today is strange.

I continued to the kitchen and that’s when weird became super weird. I walked up to mom and swished my body against her legs and bit her ankle. What in the world?! Mom started fussing at me and I started talking back to her. What? I don’t do that. I ate my breakfast and then spied an empty box in the living room. Oh squeal – this is my lucky day! I looked at mom and made one last meow at her and went in the front room jumping in the box. What in the heck just happened? I meowed and jumped in a box. WHAT?! Something is definitely wrong. I ran to my bedroom and looked in the mirror. Blinked several times and shook myself. I must still be dreaming. There is no way this can be real. I’m Tigerlino?! Oh dear, that must have been some bad strawberries I had last night. I can’t be a boy kitty. No way! No wonder I could jump. This can’t be happening. A nap. That’s what I need – a power nap.

So Diary. I thought it was just a dream. All I had to do was go back to sleep and finish this dream. That’s it. I’m a pig. I’m not a cat. No way! So the power nap commenced. I woke up after an hour or so and just *knew* it would be better… so I thought. This is what happened then:

Slowly I started to wake. It felt funny. It didn’t feel like my soft bed. This felt like paper. I looked underneath me and somehow I had fell asleep on the newspapers. Ha – I guess that was my way of keeping on top of the current events. I went to stand and tripped over my two front feet – clumsy me. I stretched and then I was off to look for the ladies room. I found it and chattered until I got some privacy. That’s when I smelled the coffee from mom. She was at the fridge getting some of that delicious evaporated milk for her warm cup. I walked over and pleaded by going in and out of her legs and talking to her until she caved. She fixed me a little bowl and it was pure heaven! The only thing that could have made this better was some strawberry yogurt. Licks lips and starts to clean myself. Oh snap! I didn’t know I could bring my back leg up over my head?! Oh dear heavens – call Circus Soleil – this she kitty has skills!

What? What did I just say?! Oh my, something is very wrong. What is mommy doing now? Oh Himmel! Here comes that monster in the closet. Screech! and runs off to the bedroom to hide under the bed. I’m shaking. I’m scared. That monster in the closet is like a scary movie waiting to happen!

But wait a minute. Why am I hiding under the bed and still speaking German?! I keep repeating to myself, “This can’t be real. This can’t be real.” I slowly crawl out from underneath the bed and look in the mirror. Holy bat kitty – look at that sexy purr thing – wolf whistles. Wait a minute, that sexy purr thing whistled back at me. I move my arm and she moved her arm. Oh no. Oh no. I finally looked down at my feet. Oh.good.Lord. I’m Roxy now? What in the world have we done? What happened?

Diary, I’m trying to remember last night. I remember talking to Tigerlino and Roxy before going to bed. We were talking about how each of us live throughout the day at our homes. Uh-oh… is this Freaky Friday?! I lay down and close my eyes trying to concentrate. When I open them, I’ll be fine. This is just a dream. You know like how when mom sleep walks. Yeah, that’s it. It has to be it. I’m going to count to 10, open my eyes and look down. Everything will be fine. Really. I *just* know it.

OH DEAR HEAVENS – Call Dr. Phil. Call Oprah. Call the Vet. I’m A CAT!?!

 
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Posted by on 05/30/2014 in Bacon

 

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