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Dear Bacon – All of these young gals cramming the local Starbucks in search of the perfect cup of Java. Who says that us dogs can’t appreciate this too?  I dressed up and walked into our local Starbucks – no one could tell the difference.  I had my hair did, my scarf and my doggy Uggs.  I ordered my double shot of Mocha and told them my name was Nicki with an “I”.  Can YOU tell the difference?  Signed Nicki

Oh Nicki – that is hilarious!  I absolutely love it and see no difference in you ordering your favorite cup compared to anyone else around here my friend.  I say sit back and enjoy that cup – you so deserve it!

Dear Bacon – There I was playing with my favorite toy like I do all of the time – I love this toy!  That’s when things turned bad very quickly.  It attacked my face.  I can’t get it off.  I’m so glad the human found time FIRST to take a picture, don’t you?  Help please.  Signed Alien

Dear Alien – Snorts!  I’m laughing with you my friend – really.  I’ve seen this kind of contraption around here at the Hotel Thompson with Houdini playing with it.  I look don’t look forward to it when it attacks him – I can see it now “Toys Gone Wild”.

Dear Bacon – What?  Don’t all households look like this at the end of the day with two strapping lads playing hard?  I mean what else are we to do when the humans are gone all day long without us?  So we play hard.  Signed Dos Destructives

Dear Dos Destructives – Snorts!  I’ve seen the Hotel Thompson look like that in two hours with a 6 pound Yorkie my friends.  Does it happen – yes.  All the time – um no.  I say you two did a fine job that day.  I’m sure your humans were greatly impressed… or not.  Maybe next time, clean up before they get home.

 Dear Bacon – What out for me okay.  I know the staff keep this treats for me in this cabinet.  I just know it.  I’m going to take a peek while you watch out.  Give me a sign if you see them coming into the kitchen okay.  Signed Tip Toe

Dear Tip Toe – I think it’s the cabinet to the left of the one you are in… well it is here at the Hotel Thompson.  Let me ask you this though my friend.  Once you get the container, how will you open it?  Nods head – I see the lights coming on now on your face.  Maybe give it to the barky thing (if you have one) to play with for a while.  They are amazing at opening things.  Then you can blame it all on them.  I’m just sayin’.  Double snorts!

Dear Bacon – Shaking my head in disgust.  The human was getting dressed and dropped this contraption on the floor.  I picked it up and got snagged myself.  Why do these things happen to me?  Signed Busted

Dear Busted – You poor thing my friend.  Sometimes it’s not good if it fits you must sits kind of situations.  I say plea to your human as soon as possible to get untangled in your weave of despair.  Good luck!

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Dear Bacon


 Dear Bacon, Going undercover these days is a hard job. I thought I would go inconcheeto. It seem to be working too. That is until I got hungry and ate my disguise. Drats. Busted again. You ever go undercover? Signed Inconcheeto

Dear Inconcheeto, I’m sorry. What was the question? I saw your disguise and immediately got the munchies. Snorts. Oh that’s right, do I ever go undercover? Sure. When I go to sleep in my toddle bed at night. Double snorts and rolls with laughter. Keep practicing my friend. You are looking good.


Dear Bacon, I’m a great hunter. I go out deer hunting with my master all of the time. I’m very determined and can smell a deer a mile away. Nothing slows me down ever as you can tell from this great picture of me. Signed Nose to the Ground

Dear Nose to the Ground, Perhaps – and this is just a mere suggestion – you might want to look up and around every once in a while. I’m just saying. You might see a little more of your “environment” when you do. Snorts – carry on.




Dear Bacon? Really? My human finds me in this predicament. Does he help? Of course not. Oh no. The human has to snap a few pictures first before rescuing me. Really? What the kitty heavens is this world coming to? Signed Disgusted Kitty

Dear Disgusted Kitty, There is only one thing that I can say in this kind of situation – payback. I think some well placed fur balls in some slippers would be adequate. Happy pay back 🙂





Dear Bacon, Okay ladies. Here I am. I’m giving away free kisses. Whatcha think pig? Can you beat this? Signed Stud

Dear Stud, That’s quite the costume you have there friend. Don’t you worry. I can get all the ladies I want and I don’t need a costume. All I need is this cute little snout and sexy pot belly. Beat that – snorts.





Dear Bacon, I think I may need some help. I read how your dad looks at you with this hunger. I think my dad is doing the same thing with me. Can you help? Signed Spud

Dear Spud, Oh dear piggy heavens above. Okay my friend. First off, walk away from the ledge in which you stand and get to a safe place. I’m calling DDFS (Department of Dog and Family Services) right now. Be safe.



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