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Mom – NO YOU DIDN’T!
The other night when mom got home from the worky place, she put her purse on the floor in order to greet us anipals here at the Hotel Thompson. Well, she forgot about it when she went to go change clothes. Houdini smelled something coming from her purse. I gotta say, that dog has a great sniffer. Well me and the little guy went over to mom’s purse to check out this smell. That’s when we found it. How could you mom? How in the world could you?
What was she thinking with this so called chocolate bar – Pigs N’ Taters? Are you out of your ever lasting human mind? PIGS N’ TATERS!? Do I need to even ask where you got this and how exactly it was made? And don’t tell me you enjoy things like this mother of mine. Really? What’s a piggy to do with the findings of this exhibit? I’m thinking mom needs to be grounded. I haven’t been this humiliated since daddy brought home bacon flavored cheese doodles. Shakes piggy head and walks off in disgust.
Bacon and Daddy Dominance Training
There comes a time in a miniature pot bellied pig’s life that he starts to grow up and become an adult. Mom and dad have known through the past 18 months when it is time for me to take my next step . Well, this time around I beat them to the punch. I’m not proud of misbehavior. Mom says that I need to post this to come clean with my friends and myself. I think it’s a good idea too. You know – you get the good, you get the bad kind of thing.
There’s lots of things to factor in with my behavior and attitude. For instance, if it’s raining and cold outside I tend to be a little aggressive and clingy. Sometimes when I don’t get my 5-6 naps during the day, I can also be a little bear to deal with at the Hotel Thompson. And if I’m scared, I can be the biggest scaredy pig you can imagine and want to be held like a baby. You have to understand and I know that for the most part, I am the cutest, loving and most adorable little piggy here in the south. But, there is that 10% of the time that my alter ego, Deviled Ham, comes out and I totally lose my piggy mind. This is one of those times.
So, here we go with the admission… which is good for this pigs soul (that’s what mommy says.)
For the past couple of days, I’ve pulled out all of the stops and have tried to show my dominance over daddy. You see, me and mom have a different kind of relationship and I don’t have to show dominance with her. But daddy, well that’s another story. Here and there, I’ve oinked and barked at him to back off and get away. But the past couple of days have been different. I might have… perhaps… well… maybe I jumped him in the hallway at the Hotel Thompson.
I know – I know – I shouldn’t have. I understand he feeds and takes care of me all day long while mommy is at the worky place. It’s just that I wanted to show him that “I” was the dominant one. I understand that it was a major bad thing… especially after he called mommy at the worky place and told her about my behavior. Yeah, that wasn’t good. I was totally grounded to my room until she got home.
You have to also understand that there’s three males at the Hotel Thompson – me, daddy and Master Hemi. Now, that little Master Hemi is a 10 pound terror. HE is dominant over me and knows exactly how to put this little pig in his place – shivers. So that leaves daddy. All I gotta say is bad mistake.
Since this type of misconduct is totally unacceptable at the Hotel Thompson, mom had to figure out why and what to do with me. She called my piggyatrician and they had a long talk. Well, did you know that at this age in my life is when dominance tries to come out. So, now we know what the problem is so you’re asking yourself what is the solution. Well, there’s a word I don’t hear much of but I’m going to learn today. Me and dad have to start dominance training…. well that and me writing 100 times on my chalkboard, “I am not dominant over daddy, I am not dominant over daddy.”
Training has already started and I’m glad to report that daddy says I’m getting better already. It’s a good thing too because me being dominant is really not like me. I’m a sweet, innocent, loving miniature pot bellied pig. But, I’m just like any other child. I have to be shown what my limitations are when I try to push them. This is something that me and daddy have to work out. I will definitely keep you posted on our progress.
I post this today because with the good you also need to see the bad little piggy in me. It helps with keeping me straight in my behavior. See, I’m growing up with that admission.
But you have to tell me my four legged friends out there – I’m not the only one that has or is going through this process, right? Please assure me.
XOXO – Bacon