Shivers – Shark Week

Oh shivers!  This week it has been Shark Week on the Discovery Channel.  We have watched a lot of the shows.  Shows that highlighted when sharks attack.  Shows that highlight guys/gals going down in the ocean in shark cages feeding sharks by hand.  Shows that highlighted HUGE sharks.  Shows that highlight sharks that bit people and showed the bites – shivers.

Then if that wasn’t bad enough, mom got a wild hair over the long weekend and decided to watch ALL of the Jaws movies.  Really mom?  Not just the original Jaws with “We’re going to need a bigger boat”, but all of them – Jaws 2, Jaws 3 and then Jaws Revenge.  Shakes piggy head.  Snorts – but us anipals stood by her side and watched with her.  Double evil snorts – I even called Houdini Shark Bait.  Now *that* was funny.

After this week of watching all of these shows, I had a dream about surfing.  It was a nightmare!   There is no way this little oinker is going anywhere near the beach.  Heck, I may even rethink getting in my piggy pool or the bathtub for that matter!

Have you watched any of these shows on television?  Any favorites? Any experiences of seeing sharks in real life?  Have you seen them at the beach?

 

Read Me A Story

Greetings blogville friends!!  Me and Auntie Sharon from Gentlestitches are co-hosting a Read Me A Story day today – Monday, June 13, 2016.

Mom went through our books and came up with one of our favorite stories – Little Shark.  We hope that you enjoy it as much as we do… we always like to attack the shark for some reason.  You’ll figure out why – snorts with piggy laughter.

 

Shivers – Shark Week

Oh shivers!  This week it has been Shark Week on the Discovery Channel.  We have watched a lot of the shows.  Shows that highlighted when sharks attack.  Shows that highlight guys/gals going down in the ocean in shark cages feeding sharks by hand.  Shows that highlighted HUGE sharks.  Shows that highlight sharks that bit people and showed the bites – shivers.

Then if that wasn’t bad enough, mom got a wild hair over the long weekend and decided to watch ALL of the Jaws movies.  Really mom?  Not just the original Jaws with “We’re going to need a bigger boat”, but all of them – Jaws 2, Jaws 3 and then Jaws Revenge.  Shakes piggy head.  Snorts – but us anipals stood by her side and watched with her.  Double evil snorts – I even called Houdini Shark Bait.  Now *that* was funny.

After this week of watching all of these shows, I had a dream about surfing.  It was a nightmare!   There is no way this little oinker is going anywhere near the beach.  Heck, I may even rethink getting in my piggy pool or the bathtub for that matter!

Have you watched any of these shows on television?  Any favorites? Any experiences of seeing sharks in real life?  Have you seen them at the beach?

Mom and dad said they saw one at Tybee Island, Georgia a couple of  years ago.  Shivers – I’m glad it was them and not me.  I don’t wanna be shark bait.

 

Really Dad? You’re Not Invited

Let’s start by saying, me and mom are so NOT morning peeps.  We have a schedule that we keep in the mornings.  I wake her up for breakfast.  She gets up and we eat together.  Then we bundle on the couch together and listen to the morning news as we cuddle for a couple of more minutes of snooze together.  Do you get the picture?  Together as in me and mommy time alone.  NOTICE I didn’t say: me, mommy and daddy.  There was no mention of daddy.  It’s called me and mommy time for a reason.  Let me say again… me and mommy.  So you got that, right?

So this morning of ALL mornings on a Monday, guess who decides to get up with us and infiltrate into “our” time?  That’s right – daddy.  Not just daddy but non-stop-diarrhea-of-the-mouth talking daddy.  Go back to bed daddy!  Really.  But no… let’s keep chatting away.  Let’s keep singing away to Eddie Rabbit… to Elvis Presley… to Brooks and Dunn… to Pink.  Yep, you read right – Pink.  Rolls piggy eyes and shrugs shoulders.

You see, this is the problem.  Daddy is a morning person.  He wakes up happy, chirpy, full of life and wonderment.  Me and mom not so much.  Even this little oinker knows not to talk to mommy until after that first cup of coffee… sometimes maybe a second.  And hey – I’m not that jolly myself in the morning.  I have one thing on my mind – food.  And then some snuggles.  Sometimes not in that particular order.

Daddy was so bad this morning – a MONDAY of all days, that me and mom went to her room.  I got on the big bed and watched her get ready for work.  Guess who followed us?  Mouthy man!  I could see mommy and the steam was rising.  She looked at me and I could just picture her in my head telling daddy, “SILENCE!”  But she didn’t – it was a nice dream though.  Poor dad.  He was like a little puppy this morning following us around.  I thought at one time I heard mommy mumble, “Jabber Jaws” under her breath.  I can’t be sure though.  Of all days, I think mommy was ready to go to work.  She kissed me and put me back to bed for a morning nap.  Daddy even followed her to the car.  It’s going to be a long day for me here at the Hotel Thompson.  Please pray for me that daddy goes back down for a nap.  Snorts.  Do you have a morning person in your house?  What do you do when they get over obnoxious?

 

 

Do You Hear the Jaws Music Playing?

 Seriously, get OUT of the water…. or should I say restaurant this time?  Mom and dad went out on date night – you know this means trouble.  I found this picture on mom’s i-Phone.  When am *I* ever going to learn not to look at her pictures?!  This picture was on it.  I asked mommy about it and she said that it was at the restaurant?  What – squeal?!  Jaws is eating out now?  WTP (what the piggy?!)

I tell you those parents of mine find trouble every.time.they go.out.  What did this shark do, walk up to the maitre d and say, “Table for one”… did they not hear the Jaws music playing?  Shakes piggy head and walks away… only my humans.

 

 

Shivers to Mergatroid – What a Nightmare! *PG WARNING*

Mom tried to warn me last night. She didn’t think I was ready. I on the other hoove tried to explain to her that I was a big boy and could watch these types of movies with no problems. I mean, I’m 15 months old, I’ve got to start branching out from the cartoons, right? And hey, what’s scarier than Little Red Riding Hood with that big bad wolf or The Three Little Pigs with that big bad wolf. See where I’m going peeps – wolves are BAD animals – BAD! But that’s another blog for another day.

I finally convinced mom to let me stay up for Friday movie night. She popped the popcorn and we settled down for Jaws. Now take in consideration that this is probably my first R rated movie. Steven Spielberg directed this movie in 1975. Mom said she was 6 when it came out. (LOL – you do the math for her age, I didn’t tell you a thing – snort). It was scary for her when she saw it the first time. I’m watching it and I admit there were some scary shark situations. I learned several things from this movie. First of all, don’t go swimming in water that you can’t see the bottom. Heck, these days I don’t even trust a swimming pool. Second, it’s a ‘killer’ shark. You look like bait in that water. Don’t be stupid.

After the movie was over and I was shaking out of control, mom tsked tsked me and told me she thought I was too young. I tried to pig up and be brave but I’m going to tell you something. That was the LONGEST trip down the hall to my bedroom that I have ever done. It was darn right out scary. I don’t have any type of water fountain or pool in my room but I admit it. I flinched and jumped when I tinkled in my potty patch. Just the sound of water had me looking around for a shark. Shivers to mergatroid!

Mom came in, tucked me in and turned on my piggy night light which I *had* to have last night. I even talked her into turning on my piggy radio for a little bit to calm my nerves with baby songs. Everything was going good and I finally drifted off to sleepy land. That’s when it went wrong REALLY quick. I had a nightmare that literally threw me out of the water and sleep land for that matter. I woke up counting hooves and touching body parts to make sure I was okay. I couldn’t let mom know I had a nightmare. She would never let me watch a R rated movie again, you know. So you ask, what did you dream about pig? Take a peak below. Remember, this has a PG warning. Shivers, just to think about it scares me!