One year ago, my little brother Houdini came to live with us here at the Hotel Thompson. At that time, he was a 12 week old Yorkshire Terrier. Snorts – we learned real quick that Terrier really means TERROR.
In this picture, he didn’t even weigh 1 pound yet. For the first six months that we had him, I didn’t even think he had legs because he got carried everywhere by mom or dad. Must have been the life, huh?
And he would fall asleep everywhere and anywhere. Mom said that because he was growing like the little weed he is.
He plays hard. He sleeps hard. We’ve come a long way in his first year. Clothes, birthday parties, groomers, play dates. And I have to admit that the little guy has grown on me. He is no longer just 1 pound. I’m happy to report that he goes between 5.5 to 6 pounds – depends on what he eats that day – snorts. For a poochie, he’s not bad. I can’t imagine life here at the Hotel Thompson without him.
Do you remember how he got his name Houdini?
Mom and dad put him in his crate in their bedroom and went to the pet store to pick up some supplies for him. When they came home, he had escaped out of his crate and was wondering around their bedroom. Mom said he was a cute little escape artist therefore Houdini stuck. Personally I don’t think mom shut his crate all the way.”
I leave you with his very first video that mommy made the day he came here. Enjoy my friends and let’s take the time to tell Houdini WELCOME and Happy Anniversary.
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.
REMEMBER FRIENDS – We can’t have Dear Bacon issues without YOU. Keep your pictures and questions coming to me via email 🙂
Oh my sweet friends. How are you holding up so far with my 31 Days of Spook? Are you leaving the lights on at night yet? Are you watching all of the shadows behind you? Are you spooked when someone says hello to you? Snorts – if you are, buckle up those seat belts because I’ve got a great scary story for you today. This story was submitted by my friend Easy. If you haven’t met Easy, please visit his blog and tell them that Bacon sent you. Without further ado, here it is straight from Easy’s mouth – his horror story 🙂
“The Haunted Archipelago of Britanny or the Archipel des Glénan is located some miles westwards of my crib.
Because the whole area was subtropic once, the archipelago with 9 islands and a lot of dead coral reefs accrued there. There are Saint Nicholas, Loc’h, Penfret, Drenec, Guiautec,Quignénec, Bananec, Brunec and Cigogne. Some are inhabited, some are abandoned and some are occupied by sheeps – butt ALL are haunted. The reefs and rocks and the the special drifts shall be the reason that many ships got lost there and a giant ships graveyard was built during the years. But the truth is, that this ships were sunken by La Groac’h de l’île du Loc’h, a witch who lives on the island Loc’h. She is the richest woman of the world, because she collected all the treasures from the ships she pulled to the ground of the sea. She is described as a beautiful girl what caught the sailors who lost their ships, butt in reality she is a wild creature, as ugly as a baboons ass with snakes and algues in her hair and with giant fangs in her mouth.
Her home is at the bottom of a lake at Loc’h and it’s being said that this lake has a secret connection to the ocean where she is luring for her victims. Once in the clutches of La Groac’h you belong to her fur ever and ever…
and ever…. Maaaan, thanks Overlook-Twins, are you everywhere or what? Breeze off!
Because the bretons are practical thinking people, they built a chapel and a cemetery on Loc’h, where they buried the sailors who died in maritime disasters. That was much easier than to bring them to mainland, because they anyway landed at the island of La Groac’h. And btw. the striped sailor shirts, called Mariniére or matelot , were invented there. Dating back to March 1858 French Navy-Wear Act when all mariners were required to wear a blue and white striped top in order to aid spotting and rescuing should they fall into the sea. The rules required 21 white stripes of 20 mm and 20/21 blue stripes of 10 mm and soon all sailors, particularly around the busy ports of Brittany were wearing it. The legend tells that every one of the 21 stripes stands for a victory of Napoleon… and the hole for the neck probably stands for Waterloo or what? Butt anyway that’s the shirt what became famous in 1917 as Coco Chanel wore it with widelegged pants. Althought many designers and chainstores copied that style , the original is made by ARMOR LUX, they are still in business and if you want to be prepared for all reasons what can happen at sea, you should get one.
Another island, called Cigogne has a fort, what was built in 1717 to safe the coast from pirates, dutchmen and brits. The fort was used by french troops and during the WWII occupied by germans. Today the island is used by the world famous Sailing School Les Glénans, but it’s totally haunted and during stormy nights you can hear the screaming and howling of the lost souls of the former residents. Sometimes a sudden mist comes up there and between the fog patches you can discover the praying arms of the lost souls who crave for salvation.
Till today the archipelago is a beautiful but dangerous area, every year the coast guards find bodies of smart tourists or people from Paris who thought they can hop from island to island by foot during ebb tide. Some of them end as the prey of La Groac’h who is insatiable. Also many ships end there, from rubber-rafts to million-dollar yachts, La Groac’h knows no difference. Treasure hunters mostly land between their objects of desire or in jail, because the whole area is a protected reservate.
And the boast of some bathtub-captains and the special weather there, what changes within minutes without a warning, are La Groac’hs helpers… That’s very annoying for the coast guards who have to risk their lifes to collect the peeps who fidget in the creek after a sudden storm… and otherways their Bouillabaisse, the traditional meal after a storm gets cold while they have to pick up that folks…and a cold Bouillabaisse is totally NOT tasty, just saying…
Happy Monday my friends!! I hope everyone had the bestest of time and if you were off yesterday – had a wonderful LONG weekend. If you read my blog Saturday, you read that it was International Bacon Day. A day all to me – happy piggy dance. Mom got up and fixed me piggy pancakes and we played for the longest time. We even snuggled on the sofa for a while watching television. I should have know something was up. Mom was happy like normal but it seemed like her and dad were talking in ‘code’. You know the one my friends. Lots of winks, nudges and spelling out words. What they don’t understand though is that I can spell some things. I knew that b.a.b.y. meant baby. Of course, I assumed they were talking about me or maybe Mouse Girl, the only girl purr thing here at the Hotel Thompson. Around noon, mom and dad said they were picking up Nana for a field trip. That’s not out of the ordinary. They go off at times to play. But you see my friend, this is where my day took a twist of a different kind.
Do you remember me telling you last week that mom’s biological baby clock was ticking like a TIME BOMB? Well, it exploded Saturday. See the evidence to the left? This is my new brother. Yep. I said new brother. May I please introduce to you Houdini who is a 12 week old Yorkshire Terrior. He’s full blooded – whatever that means. I mean, aren’t we *all* full blooded? But mommy and daddy says that means something and that he has papers. Shakes my piggy head. I don’t understand that part at all? I have papers. I used them to wizzle on sometimes – snorts. Not such a big deal to me. I still don’t get that. If you understand it, please explain it to me my friends okay.
I bet you are wondering how the little tyke got such a big name like Houdini aren’t you. Well, mom and dad are crating the little guy. And I say little and mean LITTLE. He doesn’t even weigh a pound yet. Shakes piggy head. Strange little fury guy. But anyway I digress. Mom and dad put him in his crate in their bedroom and went to the pet store to pick up some supplies for him. When they came home, he had escaped out of his crate and was wondering around their bedroom. Mom said he was a cute little escape artist therefore Houdini stuck. Personally I don’t think mom shut his crate all the way.
I’ve met the little guy as daddy calls him with love. He’s a lot of fun. I think when he gets bigger – snorts – he’ll be a great friend. Mommy says that ‘bigger’ means probably no more than 10 pounds. Can you imagine that? And trust me, he’s a tough guy. That’s what I ❤ about him. Well that he’s tough and that he chased Mouse Girl down the hall and under mom/dad’s bed yesterday – snorts. He may be small but he’s not afraid of anything. Maybe mom and dad should have named him Killer?
And he’s full of puppy spirit. He plays hard but he also sleeps hard. He fits right in here with all of us. Mom took this video of him being spunky. I hope you enjoy it my friends.
Oh and P.S. Daddy says that his roots may be from Yorkshire, England but he thinks he’s got some French in him too. Why do you ask? Because he likes to French kiss – snorts you have to be careful because he will give you some tongue with his puppy kisses.
For those that don’t know about Bashful my pet rock – he is a traveling stone always out for adventure. When Bashful is at home, he goes on field trips with mom/dad all over town taking pictures and videos. He then posts them on my page under “On the Road with Bashful – Field Trip”. He begged and begged me to let him go and visit one of my friends. I had mom make a few contacts and the next thing I knew, he was traveling over 4,000 miles to visit Easy in France. You can read about his adventures at http://easyweimaraner.wordpress.com/. And if you haven’t met Easy yet, you should. He is the bestest pal a pig could ever have. I mean that from the deepest parts of my pot belly.
Bashful came back with the cutest French accent. He has been talking non-stop since he got home a couple of days ago. It’s taking me this long to listen to all of his stories and for him to get over his jet lag from the long airplane ride… and might I add he went first class. Only the best for my little rock 🙂
While he was gone, he got into all kinds of antics with Easy. Personally, I think this is my favorite picture of his trip and he has a lot of explaining to do. That’s right, he smoked the tomato plant in a homemade bong. Tsk-Tsk you are in trouble little guy. You know where mommy works! This picture has circulated around at her worky place and you were almost put on a WANTED bulletin – PLOL (pig laughing out loud). They said they could forgive you though since you were wearing that adorable hat.
Bashful had a wonderful trip with Easy. They watched a parade together. They ate delicious meals together. They rode in the Elephant Skate together and went on a scavenger hunt for a Geocache. Bashful even got to be the Rock Scout (GPS). They communed in nature, wrote poetry and helped put together Easy’s new bed. He has done things that I’ve always wanted to do and perhaps one day will. I can’t thank you enough Easy and Staff for taking him like your own, giving him an awesome time and showing him all of your wonderful sights. He has been talking non-stop about his adventures. In fact, he’s been talking so much that he hasn’t even met Princess Coralena yet – that’s how excited he has been. That post of them two meeting will be another day. Thank you my friends from the bottom of my piggy heart.
AND, thank you for all of your gifts. You so didn’t have to! You know when your box got delivered to the Hotel Thompson, daddy made me wait until mommy got home to open up. I could hear Bashful and someone else talking and they were having a ball, laughing up the storm.
Mommy finally got home and opened the box. WOWSER! I was so piggy excited that my tail wouldn’t quit shaking back and forth. Easy and Staff sent me the softest blankie I have ever put my pot belly on – you can see it in the picture. It’s the burgundy blankie everything is sitting on. Can you believe after this picture was taken, I grabbed it and took off with it down the hall. I *knew* it was mine so I put in my bedroom. That makes sense, right? PLOL (pig laughing out loud) Mommy read a letter that Easy and Staff sent. I loved it! I told mommy that I want to put it in Bashful’s Book of Adventures that we are keeping here at the Hotel Thompson. That way, we can go back and read and see pictures from everywhere. I loved it!
Oh, and that cute lizard/froggy thing. It’s mine. I claimed it. It’s squishy. I like to throw it up in the air and play with it. Mommy is going to have to take a video of it. Easy and Staff even remembered the purr things here. They sent them some treats and everything was in French. I was awesome listening to mommy read French with a southern slang – snorts.
And there was a ball cap that had France written on the back of it. I tried to get it but I think daddy is going to wear it. He loves ball caps!
Some of the items in the box mommy wouldn’t let me see. I’m not sure why. She said something about me having to wait which is so unfair because you know us piggies don’t do very well waiting. And to make it even worse, she gave those items to the purr things to handle. What is up with that?! I knew those purr things were up to no good. This just goes out to prove that they are up to something. I need to know so if any of ya’ll know, send me an email or let me know please. Kthanxbai – you can help a little pot bellied pig out, can’t you?
And, remember I told you that I heard Bashful in the box talking to someone? He was! He has a friend that came home with him with a green card. We are going through the system now to see if he can stay here with Bashful at the Hotel Thompson. This is so cool! It’s really good that Bashful has friends that he can relate to in person, you know. This gives him people that he can talk to, listen to and go to when he has rocky problems in his life.
Without anymore delay, let me introduce you to Manny. This picture was taken with him on my new soft blankie. His coloring is remarkable – and look at that mustache! He is so full of knowledge. He reminds me so much of Mr. Belvedere. Do you remember that show that used to be on television? Snorts. We love him so much here.
He has told us many stories about his time in France, his rock climbing days and even the time when he was in a rock band when he was younger. He is so full of stories that keep us entertained for hours. In fact, he often tells Bashful a story when they go to bed at night. It’s a blast!
And no, he hasn’t met Princess Coralena yet either. Hopefully, they both can this weekend!