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Travels in the South

There are some things in life that you can never get too much of – like back rubs and cheese.  Really think about it.  Don’t those two things make you smile and feel good?  Me too!  Well recently mom and dad took nana out to lunch.  Mom saw this on the restaurant menu and they all just *had* to try this wonderment.  What is it you ask?

“Wisconsin cheese bites.  Hand-battered and lightly fried to order.  Served with a side of homemade marinara sauce

Of course it’s going to be friend.  We are in the south where we fry everything.  But fried cheese bites.  I’m licking my piggy lips now.  See the gooey cheese on the picture coming out of the lightly battered bite?  The cheese was wonderful and hot and so stringy!  I’m not sure who enjoyed these more – mom, dad or Nana!

So the next time you see fried cheese on an appetizer list, try it.  You might just fall in love too!

 

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Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon –  It is that time of the year to celebrate graduations.  Here I am with my pup who just graduated from the top of his training class.  I told him we would go out for Mexican and a little Samuel Adams for the pop if you know what I mean.  These classes don’t come cheap.  But only the best for my son.  I told little Bubba that we would take a selfie to remember this moment forever.  They are only young once and grow so fast.  If I close my eyes, he might be driving next week!  Signed Big Bubba.

Dear BB – Now that is so awesome my friend.  What a way to celebrate the moment at paw.  And you are right.  The little tykes grow up so fast.  At first I had a little rolling stone and now he travels so much I have no clue where he is this week – snorts with piggy laughter.  Enjoy the little minutes friend!


Dear Bacon – There I was minding my own business playing in the hood.  The master called me and I came willing.  That’s when he started spelling words.  Really?  We can spell you know.  Then I heard the letters to that God forsaken place – gulps – the V.E.T.  I was like, “Whatcha talkin bout Willis?” Yep, I call my human by his first name when he says that three lettered bad word.  As if anyone wants to go and get felt up by the V.E.T.  Do your humans do this?  Signed Arnold

Dear Arnold – The man has some nerve.  Humans forget we are smart anipals for sure.  Of course we can spell! We can do all kinds of things the humans don’t know about it when they are not looking.  Of course, that’s a post for another day – snorts!  I think you should ignore the human.  Who really *needs* to go get felt up?… well maybe if there is a cute poodle involved and that is a strong maybe!


Dear Bacon – Do you ever wonder why the earth move sometimes?  No not like around orbit or anything.  I mean like you are in the house and you hear a huge bang or a rumble on the streets.  It’s not what you think.  You may *think* that it’s maybe a thunder storm or a big truck.  Nope it’s not.  It’s us Super Squirrels letting pooches know who really is in charge – us.  This is a picture of me fixing to rock a dog’s world.  Just imagine what the dog looked like when he saw me in mid-strike.  HA!  Signed Super Squirrel

Dear Super Squirrel – OMP!  It all makes sense now.  This is why Australia doesn’t have squirrels.  Possibly – and I stress possibly – all the continents were united and you Super Squirrels took force like the Marvel comics and broke everything apart.  Tell me my friend, am I on the right track?  Try to keep your strikes down okay.  We don’t need anymore continental drifts – snorts.


 

Dear Bacon – I don’t get it.  I’m not amused.  First up my human goes into hysterics when he looks at me and calls me Scooby.  He is always offering me Scooby snacks and asking me if I’m ready for a mystery.  The line was drawn when he got me this new collar.  I think my human has went over the fine line of sanity.  I really do.  Can you help my human out?  His name is Shaggy and he is even talking about taking me to something called DragonCon this year.  What the heck is that?  Barks – Scoob

Dear Scoob – Oh dude, your owner is just having a lot of fun for sure.  I can see Scooby Doo in you.  Scooby Doo is like a happening pooch that is great at solving mysteries and he even belongs to a gang.  Of course the gang is called Mystery Inc.  It’s not a bad thing at all my friend.  And this DragonCon thing is a huge convention where you can meet so many new friends.  Heck, you might even meet someone that looks like you.  What a blast it would be.  Maybe Houdini can come dressed as Scrappy?  Look Scrappy up – it would be a blast!


Dear Bacon – Do you ever feel like you are being made the butt of all your staff’s jokes?  My staff put these glasses on me and have not stopped laughing since.  Heck, the mommy almost made water down her leg from laughing so hard.  Who says that us anipals are the ‘kids’ these days.  Really!  Signed Googly

Dear Googly – Shaking my head.  I understand completely.  My humans are two of the biggest kids ever here in the south.  I don’t trust them to leave the house by themselves.  Trouble doesn’t find them.  They find trouble.  It’s so embarrassing.  You just keep your eye on the situation my friend.

 

 
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Posted by on May 23, 2017 in Bacon, Dear Bacon

 

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Travels in the South

 Welcome back my friends to another edition of Travels in the South.   Last week, I gave you some appetizers from a restaurant that mom/dad visited a couple of towns over from us.  You can read about that here.  Today I wanted to share the main course with him.  Now after eating all of those wonderful appetizers, mom did the right thing.  She went for a salad.  Mom said their salads were awesome with all kinds of the goodies that she likes in them like cucumbers, tomatoes, onion, mixed greens and croutons.  Doesn’t it look fantastic?

But dad, dad went straight up southern on all of us.  He got what the restaurant has on their menu as Glynn Street Burger.  Why is it called that?  Well the restaurant is on Glynn Street of course – snorts with piggy laughter.  Makes sense huh?  But what is in a Glynn Street Burger is the question.  Let me introduce you.

The Glynn Street Burger is an 8 ounce hamburger patty topped with a fried green tomato, pimento cheese and -gulps- bacon.  If you need to click on the picture to make it bigger to get a better look at this magnificent burger, please do.  You will want to see all of this goodness.  Dad says it’s one of those burgers that is wet and delicious.  You will need plenty of napkins… or as mom says a hose to hose you down before you get back in the car.  This burger is messy but so worth the fight in getting it into your tummy.  If you never had a burger with pimento cheese and a fried green tomato – don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.  Dad went straight up southern with this meal.   But as in the famous words of our favorite television detective, “One more thing.”  See those tater tots in the plate.  They are sweet potato tater tots.  Mom doesn’t care that much for tater tots but on this date couldn’t stay out of dad’s plate.  They were that delicious!

 

But wait a minute, mom has one more picture to share with you.  These are the outside doors of the bathrooms – too cute huh??!!

 

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Travels in the South

Friends, this is a great one today.  I know – I know.  I say that every week on my Travels in the South.  But listen – every week I think there is absolutely no way that mom/dad can top the week’s prior Travels in the South.  And every week, this little oinker is wrong.  Right after mom’s accident (4 weeks ago today), she was feeling really icky and low.  So dad treated her to this masterpiece.  What is it you ask?

Daddy was speaking with the owner of a local restaurant that we go to a lot and was telling him that mom needed something to pick her up.  The manager sent over this creation on the house.  This is called Goo Goo Crunch pie.  It has layers of chocolate fudge, peanut butter mousse and a nougat cream topped with caramel, chocolate sauce, fresh whipped cream and oh yeah – chopped up Goo Goo Clusters.  Can you say insanely wicked good?! Daddy said that he could tell it was good.  Not by the smile on mom’s face.  Nope.  Daddy said he could tell by the groans coming from mom.  Oh my piggy heavens.  Watch out Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan.  Daddy said mom had you beat on this day – snorts with piggy laughter!

 

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Posted by on April 15, 2017 in Bacon

 

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Take That Cap Off!

 
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Posted by on April 1, 2017 in Bacon

 

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Bedtime at the Hotel Thompson

Bedtime.  Doesn’t that one word make you smile?  Bedtime means a lot of things to a lot of different peeps and anipals.  Some love the thought of sleep and bedtime.  While others can’t stand the thoughts knowing they will have another restless bout of insomnia.  Mom and sleep are like frenemies.  She loves to sleep however sleep doesn’t love her.  Now with the exercise she has been doing lately, sleep comes easier these days than what it once did.  And thank goodness mom doesn’t sleep walk anymore – that’s entirely different posting than today’s – trust me on that – snorts with piggy laughter.

Today I want to talk about bedtime.  You know that one moment at night when bedtime is called and everyone rushes around trying to ‘get ready’ for bed.  Now, let me start by asking this question to you.  At the Hotel Thompson, when it comes time for bed who is the last in bed every night?  Is it moi, Houdini, Hemi, mom or dad?  Go ahead, guess and right that name down.  I’ll wait.  Taps hooves – insert Jeopardy music while waiting.

Finished?  Okay let’s proceed.  Now, mom is usually the one that calls bedtime.  She works and is on a strict sleep schedule with the same routine every night.  That helps her with her insomnia and sleep walking.  Pretty much when she goes to bed, we all go to bed.

Mom tells me to get ready for bed and I’m a good boy.  I will waddle out, do my business and get in my toddler bed in my bedroom waiting for mom to tuck me in for the night.  Usually she brings me a small treat.  So yeah I’m going to be a good boy for mom.  Wouldn’t you?  And I’m not a dumb pig.  Sometimes mom will rub my back until I fall off to sleep.

That brings us to Houdini.  That word bedtime is almost like snack time to that kid.  He will rush down the hall and beat mom to the bedroom.  He jumps on the bed and snuggles down in his blanket and is usually counting dog bones before anyone else

That Houdini is almost part cat I do believe.  He takes a gazillion naps a day and still sleeps throughout the night.  Mom says its because he plays so hard when he is awake and with all of that energy – he zonks out better than any of us.

Hemi.  Well Hemi is a lot of things but when you call bedtime he is there.  He will get him a drink of water, go potty and then tap-tap down the hallway to mom/dad’s bedroom taking his place with royalty at the top of the bed on his pillow.  He lets nothing get in his way during his night time ritual.  And if anyone is in his spot, he will push them away.  I mean heck, he let’s us all know that he is king here at the Hotel Thompson.

Alright then let’s check on things.  Who thought it was one of us anipals who was the slowest in getting to bed at night?  Go ahead, raise your hand.  You can lower them now.  You would be wrong.  It is *not* one of us anipals – shocker huh?  And we all know it can’t be mom.  I mean heck with her sleep problems, she has to be spot on in getting to bed the same time every night…. unless it’s the weekend or a special outing.  Other than that, she has brushed her teeth, put all of us anipals to bed, taken her medicine and is in bed with her head on her pillow counting sheep.

Dad is the culprit.  So who guessed dad?  You would be correct!!  Mom said that telling dad that it’s bedtime is like telling a 2 years to get ready for bed.  And trust me friends, I have watched and can confirm this.  Even us anipals look at daddy like really?  Now we know dad is a grown man and can go to bed anytime he wants.  But if mom let him, he would stay up all night watching old movies on television which is fine on the weekends but during the week we all have schedules to maintain.  So don’t take this too serious folks – we area all snortable anipals and peeps here at the Hotel Thompson – by all means you do know our sense of humor.  With that being said though, this is how it usually goes here at night during the week:

9:00PM – Okay kids, let’s start getting ready for bedtime.  That’s usually when all of anipals get up and do our business while mom bushes her teeth and takes her medicine.

9:05PM – Dad hasn’t moved from the sofa that he’s sleeping on.  Mom touches dad shoulder, wakes him and tells him to get ready for bed.  He grumbles ok and stirs slightly.

9:15PM – Mom has finished up, puts us all to bed, gives us kisses and goes back to wake dad again.  She then goes to wash her face.

9:20PM – Dad starts to move.  Slowly goes to put on pajamas.

9:25PM – Mom is finished and goes to the bedroom to put on her jammies.

9:30PM – Dad decides he needs a drink and goes to the kitchen.  Then he decides he needs to take his medicine so he goes back to the bedroom to get it and back to the kitchen for another drink.

9:45PM – Dad *finally* comes back to the bedroom and then has to get the night time medicines ready for him and mom for the next night.  (There’s only four pills – two for the each of them – but dad takes a lifetime to do it as we all hear mom tell him).  Laughter can be heard from mom/dad.

10:00PM – Dad decides he then has to go to the bathroom to brush his teeth and go potty.  In the meantime, mom is in the bedroom setting dad’s side of the bed (they have a Select Comfort and he likes it 100 – talk about sleeping on concrete – WOW).  Then mom pulls the sheets down and climbs into bed all the while fussing at daddy to hurry up and that molasses are faster than him.

10:15PM – FINALLY daddy comes back to the bedroom chuckling and saying that he is not slow and that mom is just fast.  Rolls piggy eyes – that starts more laughter.  Then daddy finally gets into bed and him and mom find hands to hold.  Why?  Because once upon a time a very long time ago mom/dad read about how otters sleep holding their mates hands so they don’t drift apart.  Every since then, mom/dad hold hands while they sleep so they don’t drift apart.  Cute huh?   They talk about each other being their otter and how much they love each other.  More giggles and a kiss goodnight.

 
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Posted by on March 10, 2017 in Bacon, Hemi, Houdini

 

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