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My Magical Backyard

Oh friends, I’ve been telling you for the longest time that here is magic in my backyard here at the Hotel Thompson.  Frequently when we are in the backyard, we here grunts, groans and things moving in the woods behind us.. And trust me, there is lots of woods behind us.  And did I mention there is also a creek?  See the makings of a perfect storm.  Lots of woods to play and hide in and a drinking creek.  That means there has to be wild things in the woods.  Right?   I mean you know other than Journalist Rocky the Squirrel, there *has* to be other wildlife in my magical backyard.

Well at the end of December, a friend of mom’s put up a camera.  We did tell our friend that if he caught my Bigfoot or mom/dad dancing naked in the moonlight, he couldn’t share those pictures.  You know for obvious reasons… someone might try to take my Bigfoot.  Snorts with piggy laughter.

The camera was left out during the Christmas holidays.  And guess what – we have pictures of wildlife!  Check out these deers… or were they Santa’s deers just getting a snack while Santa was at the Hotel Thompson.  You decide.    

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Posted by on January 11, 2018 in Bacon

 

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Dear Bacon

20130618-013318.jpgDear Bacon,
What? Don’t hate. You know you want a hat just like mine so you can play outside with it. Right? Signed Scooter

Dear Scooter,

Yeah, sure. I would absolutely LOVE to have a hat like yours to wear outside and make the funny thing on top go around and around Maybe if it was real windy, I could fly. I like the sound of that! So, yes two please my friend 🙂


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This is just me telling my friends on how to get more seed and nuts from the humans. Any suggestions for us? Signed Cute as Can Be

Dear Cute as Can Be,

Well you can also take tips from Journalist Rocky the Squirrel. He knocks on our back door frequently asking for a cup of nuts for him and his family. Mom even throws leftover bread out to them to help them out. You know, you do what you have to do. This economy has hit us all! Take care my friends. If you are ever near the Hotel Thompson, knock on the back door. 🙂


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Dear Bacon,
I’ve read about your adventures in your magical back yard. Now this is what *I* consider a magical back yard… with drink in hand! You’re mom promised you a pool. Make her pay up pal. Signed Simple Puss

Dear Simple Puss,

I like the way you think my friend! My mommy made a lot of promises to get me outside. Although its only happened once so far, I think I need to make her pay up with one of the promises being a pool. Do you think I would be pushing it to be able to lay in a chair with a drink and food like you have?


 

20130618-013414.jpgDear Bacon,
I love to play music. I can bang that keyboard with the best of them. This is me practicing, “Unleashed Melody”. It’s a sad and soothing song to us pooches. Have you ever heard of it? Do you play any musical instruments? Signed Wolfgang Pooch

Dear Wolfgang Pooch,

You do have some talent – way to go my talented young friend. I haven’t heard of that song yet but I will be sure to Google it on the internet and listen to it. I know it has to be amazing! As for this little piglet’s talent. Let me see…. I’m thinking…. mommy says I rip some good ones… but I don’t think she’s referring to a musical instrument for some reason 🙂

I’ll keep thinking about that answer. Take care and maybe we shall see you soon in the Hollywood lights!


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Dear Bacon,

Don’t even say it. I know – I know. Yo Quiero Taco Bell. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s really funny. Ha Ha. My humans think it’s funny to dress me up as a taco. How would they like it if I dressed them up like a hot dog? BOL (Barking out loud)! Signed TB

Dear TB,

First off, tell me they didn’t name you Taco Bell – TB for short. Now that would be funny. Oh, I’m sorry. But look on the other hand. You are cute. AND, I bet if they took you to a Taco Bell in the drive thru, you would get free food. Free food – that’s good, isn’t it? Be proud little guy. Wear it with pride.

 
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Posted by on August 22, 2017 in Bacon, Dear Bacon

 

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Texts from Bacon

Oh friends.  Thanks so much for the suggestion of hiding our evil Elf on the Shelf in the litter box.  Houdini captured the little twerk and we bagged and tagged him throwing him in the litter box.  It didn’t work out as we expected.  First off, Hemi didn’t appreciate the trespasser in his quarters.  Then when the little guy got his powers at night time, I paid the price for this entrapment.  How do you ask?  Rolls piggy eyes.  Check out the text below.  I think you can figure out what text comes from who.  I’m now on phone restriction here at the Hotel Thompson.  Anymore suggestions my friends?


 


 

 
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Posted by on December 1, 2016 in Bacon

 

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No Daddy

 

Over the weekend, mom/dad went Christmas shopping.  They wanted a jump start to the season and wanted to look at stuff before it was all picked over… their words.  I’m not sure what they meant.  So they are hitting the shelves and daddy found a new friend. All mom heard was, “Honey I want”.  When mom turned around she saw this… where was daddy?  There was a muffled voice behind the horn faintly saying how much they wanted to come home with us.  Mom of course said no.  It’s too big.  Put it back.

Well, daddy never gives up.  I think we all know that by now, right friends?  A few minutes later, daddy said, “It has to be smaller right?’  Of course mom has her back to daddy and is kind of half listening and trying to shop.  She mumbles, “Yes”.  That’s when daddy gets a grin on his face and says loudly, “Welcome home my new friend.”

Now mom knows before she even turns around that this is not going to be good.  She slowly turns around and sees daddy with a new friend that is half the size of the original.  She puts on her best mom voice and says, “Why?  Why do you need a pink unicorn with a horn?”

Dad says, “Well it’s magical.  I don’t want him.  My inner child wants him.  He never had a magical unicorn.”

Okay, so how can you say no to that?  Well mom did.  Snorts with piggy laughter.  She explained to daddy that we were shopping for ‘others’ in our lives not for ourselves.  And you know, it’s much more fun to buy for others.  That’s when daddy pulled out his trump card and mentioned a certain someone here in blogville that he bet his inner child was wanting one of these special unicorns.  Now Evil Squirrel – I’m sure you would love said awesome unicorn but could you imagine sending this to you?  Heck, it would probably be better if I delivered it in person.. 🙂 right?

So mom had to explain that difficulties it would be in mailing the said wonderful, amazing, magical unicorn with a special horn and dad said he agreed…. especially when mom said if he put it back and behaved the rest of the time, she would buy him a drink after shopping.  Amazing how fickle my daddy can be.  One promised drink and Evil Squirrels unicorn went out the window.  Sorry about that my evil friend.  My mom is a hard-ass when it comes to shopping.  Snorts with piggy laughter.

 
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Posted by on November 9, 2016 in Bacon

 

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I Gotta Know Friends

Go ahead.  You can be truthful with me my friends.  This is a picture that mom took of me playing in my magical backyard.  Do you see it?  Do you think I have too many fat rolls/!  Daddy called me chunky monkey this morning when he was scratching my back.  He even went as far as to say I was – are you ready for this? – pudgy.  What the pig heavens.  Me pudgy?  Surely, he is mistaken, right?  That’s not fat rolls.  That’s gotta be extra hugging material – extra loving – extra heat – extra storage space for my tummy.  Right?

 
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Posted by on July 2, 2016 in Bacon

 

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Noises at Night

As I lay in bed at night sleeping, I have to think about the different sounds I hear coming from outside my bedroom window.  Now that we are in the Summer months, it seems like everything is coming alive, especially at night.  So there I was last night, tucked in and waiting for Mr. Sandman to visit.  I listened intently.

I could hear grasshoppers.  One I’ve nicknamed Sensei because he is so very loud and seems to hang out right near my window to the right every single night.  It’s like he tells me goodnight.

I could hear kids laughing and yelling.  Heck it’s almost 9pm – why are there kids still outside playing in the dark?  They better be chasing lightening bugs and not chasing trouble.

I could hear the faint sounds of a radio from the people next door.  Those neighbors are Asian so the music had a chime-chime affluence.  It was soothing to me.

I could hear dogs barking – it must be that pesky little Chihuahua across the street hanging out with his posse and being bad again leaving nuggets on everyone’s front yard.

  I could hear frogs.  They sounded like enormous frogs with giant legs and deep guts.  There are LOADS of them in my magical backyard due to the creek that runs behind it.

Then the most deep sound of them all started.  It’s enough to shake our little house and it comforts me enough to rock me to sleep.  What is it you ask?  Of course, its dad snoring. ❤

What sounds do you hear at night when you are trying to go to sleep?

 
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Posted by on June 22, 2016 in Bacon

 

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Cow Kitty Space Travel?

  So mom was in the kitchen messing around the other day.  Something caught her attention in my magical backyard.  She went over to the window and then started oohing and aahhing like a crazy woman.  She went and grabbed her camera because she said she had to take pictures.

Of what me and dad kept asking her. She kept telling us, “I’ll tell you in a minute.  This is so cool!”  We kept at her though – what is so cool.  Please share your discovery.  It is *my* magical backyard and nothing and no one should be in it… except for maybe Journalist Rocky the Squirrel and perhaps my Bigfoot – but that’s stories for another day – snorts.

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Finally I put down my hoof and demanded begged for an answer – who or what was in my backyard.  That’s when she said two words – Cow Kitty.  What?!  Cow Kitty from Canada?  You know Cow Kitty that visits my friends Shoko and Kali from Canadian Cats.

How in the world could Cow Kitty get all the way down here in Georgia?  Was there a mysterious space travel?  Did Cow Kitty come via a space ship?  Oh my – look at the resemblance to Cow Kitty.  What do you think – how did Cow Kitty get here in MY magical backyard?  So weird.  I’m off to ponder this for a bit and think about space travel now.

 
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Posted by on April 2, 2016 in Bacon

 

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