Today for my afternoon nap, dad tucked me in bed with some celery and carrots and I watched The Three Little Pigs on my flatscreen. I know it’s old school from the 1930’s but I love Mr. Disney and his movies. This is like the upteenth time I’ve seen movie and I have some thoughts.
Let’s talk about the pig names first. Practical Pig, Fiddler Pig and Fifer Pig. Really? Did you know that they even had names? Couldn’t come up with something unique like Bacon, huh? Ham, Sushi and Maxwell were taken?
So Fiddler Pig plays the fiddle and Fifer Pig plays the flute. – puts my hoove to my head – how original. They went the cheap way and made their houses of straw and sticks. They did it quickly so they could play their lovely musical instruments all day long. What a party that must have been!
Then let’s discuss something that’s kind of ironical. Did anyone else notice this scene in the movie? Do you see “Father” in the photograph on the wall? Really? Mr. Disney bravo to you for having such a wicked sense of humor. Goodness, it took me almost 3 times watching to catch this. I asked mom what did it mean? Was that their father? I didn’t quite understand. Mom said that when I got older she would explain. Translation – it’s something bad.
Leave it to Practical Pig to build his house of brick. He tried to warn his two little brothers who wanted to play all day but they didn’t listen. They went on with their little jamboree while Practical Pig spent the extra money and time and built for the future not for the moment.Then enter the big bad wolf. Practical Pig tried to warn Fiddler and Fifer Pig but they didn’t want to listen. That big bad wolf puffed and huffed and blew the house of sticks and house of straw down. What did the brothers do? Run to brother’s house to have him save them. Of course, Practical Pig *always* has an exit plan. Big Bad Wolf didn’t want to listen and tried his best to get in the house finally thinking he had a way through the fireplace. I bet he was surprised when he dropped in for dinner and HE was the dinner!
So bottom line on this story. Apparently this big bad wolf didn’t meet my ancestors – PigBrutus, PigSpartacus and PigDynomite. They don’t put up with much bull from anyone. They learned from great, great, great, great Uncle PiggyJohnWayne.
So, do you see the story in a different light now? Do you understand my thoughts? What are your views?
At night, I run around the house when mom gets home from the worky place. Last night was an exceptional fun time. After dinner and washing the dishes, mom prepped my food for the next two weeks. This is *always* a fun time for me. I get to be her sous chef while she works with my food. 🙂 You don’t want to miss this quality mommy piggy time!
She starts off washing my seedless grapes. Those things are sinfully delicious. She pats them dry and sometimes one or two may fall on the floor right in front of me. Funny how that happens. She pulls all of the magnificent grapes off of their stems, puts them in one of my containers and puts it in the magical food box. Last night, one of them rolled under the kitchen table. Mom was laughing because all she could see was my little butt shaking in the air trying to go for the grape. I’m glad I was such amusement for her.
Then mom preps my carrots. Mom says that I *must* have been a bunny in a former life because I LOVE my carrots. They are also scrumptious. She cuts all of them in tiny matchbox sticks and puts them in my giant ziplock baggie. Of course, I get to try some, you know for quality purposes. These also go in the magical food box.
Then mom does my salad mix. I’ve never seen such huge heads of lettuce before. She cuts it all up in tiny bite size pieces and puts it in two of my giant ziplock bags. And, of course, for quality purposes I get to try some. I have to make sure that it tastes good, right? Again, this goes in the magic food box.
Lastly, mom fixes my favorite… okay all of them are my favorites. My favorite though is the personal size watermelon. Thud. I really do love me some watermelon – from the juice, the melon and the rind. They are divine. She cuts all of my melon up, including the rind, and puts it in two of my canisters. I of course get to try it… for quality assurance. I did see dad in there last night trying it as well for quality assurance. See, everyone wins during prep night. She puts this in the big magic food box and she’s done for the next two weeks.
Of course, I eat other things as well but these are all snack and supplements to my piggy chow. There is the occasional apple mom cuts up for me. And then there is popcorn night! Who doesn’t like popcorn night? I can hear that corn popping on the stove all the way in my bedroom. I’ll come running down the hall to get to the kitchen on popcorn night.
After all of this quality assurance during prep night, I disappeared while mom was cleaning the kitchen. She finally found me though. I was curled up hiding in my blankie on the couch. My belly was so nice and warm… and full.
To say that us animals control and walk all over the humans here at the Hotel Thompson is kind of an understatement. Over the weekend, we all snuggled into the king size Select Comfort bed. Hemi slept ‘with’ daddy. Their setting is 100 – ha! Me, Houdini and mom kind of like it a little softer. Our setting is a 50. You gotta love the Select Comfort!
Notice Hemi’s position on TOP of daddy. This is how he beds down. Personally I think Hemi believes that daddy is his mattress. He sleeps like this all of the time. He often will reach his paw out and touch daddy on the face. Sometimes, he will drift over for some mommy loving but we all know that Hemi is daddy’s little boy just like I’m mommy’s boy. Humans are not the only ones that pick favorites – us animals do as well. But to us, it’s a little different. We know who we can wrap around our hooves and paws – 🙂 Would we do that?
And you didn’t think that Hemi sleeps like this? Just check out this bottom picture. The proof is in the picture. He’s actually comfortable. Touching dad’s face, his eyes closed and dreaming of chasing Journalist Rocky the Squirrel in the backyard.
But I have to ask you this – look at that paw?! Do you understand what I mean now when I tell you it hurts when he slaps this little oinker on the fanny? Piggy snorting with laughter!
It’s been a while since I’ve posted this but I think I should again. Mom and dad get a lot of questions about moi – a pig that lives in the Hotel Thompson. People think that we are dirty/messy and can’t believe it when I say I live inside full time and prefer my comforts such as air conditioning, heat and of course my sweet television.
Here are some questions that we get asked a lot. I thought we would answer some of them for you. Hope you enjoy these my friends 🙂
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(1) Do I smell? No. Did you know that pigs are actually clean animals. We are very careful that we do not mess where we sleep or eat. I have an entire room and my sleeping quarters are on the opposite side of my wizzy pad. Mom and dad keep up with cleaning my room on a regular basis and of course I help. So no, I nor my room smell.
(2) Do we sweat? Did you know that pigs don’t sweat? We are actually unable to do so. That’s why you see pigs on the outside waddling in mud or water to keep cool. I, myself, have air conditioning and heat inside. Mom and dad makes sure that the temperatures are good for me. Not too cold and not too warm. If I get cold, I will snuggle under blankets and hide.
(3) Do pigs dream? Of course we do. We dream much as humans do. Sometimes when I’m on the couch with mom, she touches and holds me. She can feel me jumping and dreaming. She says it cute.
(4) What do we ‘do’? Well, I’m much like any other animal. I love to sleep, I enjoy watching television and listening to music. I play chase with the purr things and mom. I chase balls and I love getting piggy massages. I like to be held and touched. I really love to sit on the couch with mom watching television after dinner. This is one of my favorite things in the world. Normal things that your dog probably likes to do. I do spend a lot of time in my bedroom on my toddler bed doing my thing – writing my blogs, researching my postings and taking care of my pet rocks.
(5) How do my parents know when its time to eat? This is a great and important question. We love to have a schedule. My internal clock is better than most clocks in the world. I know when it’s time to get up, eat or go to bed. Did you know that pigs have more than 20 vocalizations used in different situations? My mom and dad have learned some of mine. Just like when a baby cries and the mother ‘knows’ the cry, mom and dad know what my different sounds are for. Mom especially knows the “I’m hungry” call. LOL And you know, we don’t ‘pig out’ or eat like pigs as the old saying goes. We would rather enjoy our food. And no I don’t eat ‘slop’. I know there are some farm piggies that do but that’s a different breed. I eat lots of piggy chow, vegetables and fruits. I have to maintain my cute little figure! And there is a standing FIRM rule here at the Hotel Thompson. “No eating in front of the pig unless you plan on sharing with the pig.”
(6) Do you really know your name and are you that smart?Did you know that pigs learn their names within 3 days? When mom adopted me, she held me a lot, talked to me in her voice and said my name. This way, I knew who my mommy was. She also showed me where my wizzy pad was in my room and within 2 days, I was using it all of the time. I learned very quickly where the food came from in the kitchen. I even know where my piggy chow is kept. We are very smart creatures and have a great sense of direction!
(7) Are we hard to get along with? Well, this depends on a lot of factors. I’m an attention hog and yeah I can be a little pig headed at times when I don’t get my ways. I do have a tendency to test my boundaries but mom and dad (especially mom) sets me straight real quick. You know, just like regular kids do. I have my good days and bad days.
(8) Do I know any tricks? We are a very smart breed. I’m house trained. I know what it means to go to my feeding mat. I know what it means to go to bed. I know what it means to lay down or get snuggly. I know what it means to go potty. And I know what it means when mom tells me not to eat the purr things – LOL – just seeing if you were paying attention.
(9) Why is my tail straight? Did you know that regular pigs, you know the ones that stay outside on the farm, have curly tails. A true pot bellied pig has a straight tail that attaches high on the rump. That’s me. That’s how you can tail if its a cross breed pig or a miniature pot bellied pig.
(10) What’s our vision like? I like this question. Just like dad, I have very poor vision. You can’t look at me straight on and expect me to see you. My eyes are kind of on the side of my head and I can’t see things straight away. You will find me looking at you from the side. But although my vision may be poor, my smell and hearing are exceptional!
And the most important question of all – Do I get along with the other anipals here at the Hotel Thompson? Yes. We all know our pecking order here – Hemi, Me, Houdini and then Mouse Girl – snorts. Hemi let’s *everyone* know that he is the top cat and the alpha male. We all play together and when we are all out together, mom keeps full attention on us – that means no electronics like iPads or iPhones or cameras. It only takes one time not paying attention for an accident to happen. Although we all grew up together, a careful eye is key and mom is a firm believer in this. And although me and Hemi sometimes squabble with each other and him slapping my captains quarters with his big paw, if i’m feeling icky he is the first there to check on me… right behind mommy of course.
I hope some of these answered your questions about me. If you have anymore, you can always ask or send me an email at BaconThompson@gmail.com
To say that us anipals control and walk all over the humans here at the Hotel Thompson is kind of an understatement. Last night, we all snuggled into the king size Select Comfort bed. Hemi slept ‘with’ daddy. Their setting is 100 – ha! Me and mom kind of like it a little softer. Our setting is a 50. You gotta love the Select Comfort! Mouse Girl she sleeps in her little princess bed on the floor. She is such a girl! And Houdini – he was right there with me and mom – a perfect 50 setting.
Notice Hemi’s position on TOP of daddy. This is how he beds down. Personally I think Hemi believes that daddy is his mattress. He sleeps like this all of the time. He often will reach his paw out and touch daddy on the face.
Sometimes, he will drift over for some mommy loving but we all know that Hemi is daddy’s little boy just like I’m mommy’s boy. Humans are not the only ones that pick favorites – us animals do as well. But to us, it’s a little different. We know who we can wrap around our hooves and paws – 🙂 Would we do that?
And you didn’t think that Hemi sleeps like this? Just check out this bottom picture. The proof is in the picture. He’s actually comfortable. Touching dad’s face, his eyes closed and dreaming of chasing Journalist Rocky the Squirrel in the backyard.
But I have to ask you this – look at that paw?! Do you understand what I mean now when I tell you it hurts when he slaps this little oinker on the fanny? Snorts PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud)!
Lately it seems like I can’t get enough of mommy time. It doesn’t help that I’m in hibernation mode trying to get through this cold wintery months. Sometimes though – it’s a fight for mom’s lap. You know with Houdini and the two purr things here it’s like we have to take numbers. Well last night, I got my time. My private alone me and mommy time. That is… until daddy *thought* he was going to butt in into OUR time. Not going to happen so fast pops of mine.
Greetings my sweet friends and Happy Friday!! Just thought I would give you an update on Little Man Houdini. He is now 16 weeks old. Time has flown by, hasn’t it? He’s gotten just a little bit bigger. He’s at a whopping 3.10 pounds now. Mommy better quit feeding him or he’s going to turn into a cow – snorts.
This picture is of him last night before bed time. He wanted to play with mommy so very bad but he was so tired. I have to throw a shout out to my brother Easy across the pond. Easy actually sent me this elephant toy and yes I’m being a great big brother and letting the little guy play with it. See, I’m sharing 🙂
And we are proud to stay that my mommy has officially turned into “one of those moms”. Snorts – she did this to me when I was a baby. You are probably asking what did the silly woman do? Mom woke up at 5AM this morning and then proceeded to wake up daddy to ask him if he had gotten up at all with Houdini. You see the little tyke usually wakes up at least once, usually twice, for a potty break. Daddy said no. Mommy went stir crazy and of course had to wake up Houdini just to make sure he was okay. He was fine – he was sleeping! So he *almost* slept the entire night. Way to go little man!
Hello my friends. Welcome to another great issue of Dear Bacon. This week, we have another guest helping me out with my issue. Today, my friend Forrest and Fozziemom are stepping in for me to do a special edition of Dear Forrest. Be sure to visit them at their blog and check them out – let them know what a great job they did – thanks Forrest and Fozziemom!
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Dear Forrest,
Save a horse, ride a piggy – BOL. This is my gal pal Susie. The other farm animals think we are crazy. We are. Crazy in love! Do you think it’s cool? Signed Sam and Susie
Dear Sam and Susie,
I think the other farm animals are jealous…inter species can work…even if it does seem a bit odd. You loves who you loves so I say go for it! And yes it is way cool!
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Dear Forrest,
Since they added the word “selfie” to the dictionary, we thought we would try it. We think it’s a work in progress. Have you tried this? Signed Say Cheese
Dear Cheese,
I must say I have tried selfies myself and it always ends up with booger shots..or drool. I think you have the crazy eye down pat though. Keep it up. I have seen some pretty bad human ones BOL BOL
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Dear Forrest,
They say you can be anything you want. I wanted to be a pineapple. What kind of fruit would you be? Signed Piney
Dear Piney,
Well if you want to look like Camen Miranda then I say I like it veryyyy much. As for me, if I had to be a fruit I would be a banana. Then I could split whenever it got too much BOL BOL
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Dear Forrest,
Dude. The beach is so totally awesome. The water is rad. Do you hang five bro? Signed Surfer Bark
Dear Surfer Bark,
Man you are hangin’ more than five my friend. You might take off if them ears get any more steam behind them BOL. I hang 5 in the dam. It’s usually followed by mum landing flat BOL …wonder what that counts as BOL
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Dear Forrest,
I look fat. Maybe it’s my ears? Maybe it’s that bunny tail? Maybe it’s the beer talking from another bottle down? Can you help out a bunny? What do you think? Signed Fatbun
Dear Fatbun,
I think you are standing in front of the wrong mirror my friend. You look fine to me..nice and plump and round and delish…oops I mean fine. Sorry, I get side tracked by bunnies. I think if you were here at my place I could help you exercise..do you like to run? BOL
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Thanks to Fozziemom and Forrest for another great issue. Remember my friends, these Dear Bacon issues can’t happen without you 🙂 Remember to send your pictures and questions to me at baconthompson@gmail.com
This week, we have a wonderful guest helping out with our Dear Bacon issue. This week, my pal Stuart is stepping in for me to do a special edition of Dear Stuart. Be sure to visit him at his blog and check him out – let him know what a great job he did – thanks Stuart!
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Dear Stuart,
My brother never misses a photo opportunity. People think he’s so happy. What they don’t realize is that during these happy times, he is letting out gas. Sometimes they’re SBD’s (silent but deadly). What’s a dog to do on the receiving end of this happiness? Signed Not So Happy
Dear Not So Happy,
Relish in the smells of life my friend! You never know what funny memories you might conjure up as the four-legged ones try to figure out whodunit. Just be sure they don’t think it’s YOU who’s passing along these little morsels of love. Think of it this way: perhaps Pharrell passed gas when he was H-A-P-P-Y. That made him lots of money. Smile along with your brother and maybe pass some gas of your own! That’s what I do and I don’t even have a brother! ArOOO, Stuart
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Dear Stuart,
Is it safe? My human was riding their electronic broom around the house again. You know what I’m talking about. It makes a lot of noise and they say they are cleaning. I’m afraid if I get too close it will suck me up. Are you afraid of that thing? Any tips for me. Signed Scared in Black
Dear Scared in Black,
Be afraid. Very afraid. The electric broom goes by many aliases – Vacula, Vacooom, The Bad Machine…. they call it these things for a reason. It WILL suck you up. Steer clear. I do. Vrooom, Vrooom Stu
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Dear Stuart,
They see me rolling and they’re hating. Can’t help it that my humans trust me behind the wheel. It’s a great way to pick up chicks. Do you know of any other way? Signed Boat Magnet
Dear Boat Magnet,
Well now, you’re looking mighty macho there Boat Magnet. Sweet. Too bad I’d sink like a bag of cement if I were to accompany you on your maritime hook-up runs. One wrong move and I’d be overboard. And not in a good way. Otherwise, I’d be right there beside you. Helping you navigate toward the more demure of the feminine species. Funny you ask if I know of any other way to attract the fair sex. Well, actually, my Shepherd friend, I don’t have to do anything at all. Just be me. That’s all there is to it. Try it. You’d be surprised. Just show your belly and they come running. Let me know how it works for you, K? Your friend, Chick Magnet Stuart
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Dear Stuart,
I’m just not that kind or monkey. I don’t like to get wet. I wanted sushi and thought I could use this bamboo stick. Is there anything you don’t like that’s typically normal? Signed Sushkey
Sushkey! Stay outta those trees! Squirrels fall from trees sometimes where I live. I’d hate to have you take a tumble and hurt yourself. Nothing’s worth that my near-human-mammal-furiend. Not even sushi. Which I don’t like, by the way. I’m more of a vegetarian. Like you. Perhaps we should dine together in the near future? Since I don’t travel from limb to limb, you’ll have to do the Tarzan thing and swing over to my place. Green beans all the way around! To answer your question….I typically don’t like things that others do. Guess I’m not a normal scottie? ArOOO, Stuart
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Dear Stuart,
Why? Why does this happen to me every single time. The cat takes my bed and leaves me with something I can barely put my fanny in. What’s a pooch to do? Help please. Signed Distressed Doggy
Oh Distressed Doggy,
I feel your pain. When I have visitors sometimes, I get pushed out of my own comfort spots. But, here’s what I do. I let the intruders know that I’m NOT HAPPY. Bark at them. Nip at them. Stuff like that. The idea is, to get your peeps to think you’re going t devour the cat. And you know that’s not gonna happen. Then, you’ll get your bed back. Trust me. And if that doesn’t work? Then, well, then really eat the cat. ArOOOO! Stuart
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I need help. Stop laughing. I really need help. I’m in a piggy dilemma. Me and mom are both feeling the same way. Have you ever felt hungry and wanted something but you just didn’t know what you wanted? You have choices – lots of choices. You pick one and afterwards you’re like ick. It just didn’t stop the craving… not that you’re craving anything particular.
Mom and dad go through this scenario all of the time here at the Hotel Thompson. It goes something like this. Mom – “What do you want to eat?” Dad – “I don’t know, you?” Mom – “You want mexican?” Dad – “Not so much, you?” This back and forth of suggestions goes on what seems like hours. And then dad will finally say, “I don’t care, whatever you want to do.” This is usually followed up by mom saying, “Whatever you want to do.” For Pete’s sake – can those two humans make a decision? Snorts.
So then mom will toss a salad. I’m good with a salad but then afterwards we are all like, “Hhhmm, that really didn’t hit the spot.” This can go on for days! What are we to do? What do you do? So you see, that’s why it’s a dilemma.
We are all foodies here at the Hotel Thompson. We take our food serious. Life is way too short not to. Heck, mom is not one of those girly girls that can eat a Saltine cracker and be filled for days. I’m proud of mom for being an eater. But what do you do when you don’t know what will hit “the spot?”
I think personally we may have one way to solve this dilemma. Go with me on this. If we had a full time CHEF that was on staff here at the Hotel Thompson at our beck and call that fed us our meals, we wouldn’t have this back and forth what do you want for dinner situation. Mr. Chef would just whip up his specialties and serve us. We wouldn’t have to cook therefore it would be awesome. Cause you know, food *always* tastes better when someone else cooks it. Am I right?
And of course, we would ALL be happy – especially this oinker. Because then I would have a 24X7 beck and call chef. OH that’s right. I already do in mom and dad – snorts. But really, what do you think? Wouldn’t it be totally awesome?
I wonder if dad would go for this? hhmm – I gotta go leave some clues around the Hotel Thompson. Maybe eventually by 2025 he’ll get the hint.
Happy Eating my Friends!! P.S. Whatta you having tonight for dinner?
Miniature pot bellied pig and friends - Bacon, Houdini, Hemi and all of the Rock Clan with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel all out looking for adventures from the Hotel Thompson.
Then let’s discuss something that’s kind of ironical. Did anyone else notice this scene in the movie? Do you see “Father” in the photograph on the wall? Really? Mr. Disney bravo to you for having such a wicked sense of humor. Goodness, it took me almost 3 times watching to catch this. I asked mom what did it mean? Was that their father? I didn’t quite understand. Mom said that when I got older she would explain. Translation – it’s something bad.
I need help. Stop laughing. I really need help. I’m in a piggy dilemma. Me and mom are both feeling the same way. Have you ever felt hungry and wanted something but you just didn’t know what you wanted? You have choices – lots of choices. You pick one and afterwards you’re like ick. It just didn’t stop the craving… not that you’re craving anything particular.
So then mom will toss a salad. I’m good with a salad but then afterwards we are all like, “Hhhmm, that really didn’t hit the spot.” This can go on for days! What are we to do? What do you do? So you see, that’s why it’s a dilemma.
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