Here’s Your Chance My Friends – Join Me For a Halloween Challenge

Here is YOUR chance my friends to participate in my 31 Days of Spook.  

 Me and my brother Easy from across the pond are co-hosting a fabulous project called “Before and After”.  Sounds lame huh?  Not so much though.  This will be one of the scariest projects ever produced in blogville.  Here’s the challenge – if you are brave enough to accept.  We are asking YOU our friends to post pictures of the before YOU in the morning before you face the world and then a picture of YOU after you are ready to face the world.  Shivers.  Some of these pictures will be scary I know.  Some will make you scream.  Possibly some will make you call out for your mommy and hide under your bed.  Of course, we will try to put on a brave front and try not to wet ourselves and run away in terror.

So my friends, will YOU accept the challenge?  Are you brave enough to show the world your before and after pictures for the day?  Are you like Linda Blair from the Exorcist before make-up?  Or are you like a meek lamb before getting ready for your day?

Our Before and After challenge will be hosting on (of course) October 31, 2016.  Link back to mine and Easy’s blog upon posting your scary before and after pictures. We do hope you are up for our Party.

P.S. If you don’t have the nerve to show before and after pictures, you can always show yourself in ‘disguise’ – we leave it up to you my friends.  Mark your calendars to attend! ❤

UPDATE:  Friends Halloween is all about dressing up.  It’s OK if you don’t want to show the real YOU in your before picture.  So make up yourself in a decorated BEFORE picture.  You can do this.  You’ve got creativity!  

 

 

Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – Nothing to see here.  Really there’s not.  I was just having a prayer meeting with Mr. Kitty.  That’s all.  Doggy Scouts Honor.  Signed Innocent Until Proven Guilty

Dear Innocent Until Proven Guilty – Oh wow my friend.  How could anyone think anything other than just a prayer meeting was going on in that picture?  I mean Mr. Kitty just would normally be cornered standing up straight with his hands down.  Now to think of though – if it was a prayer meeting, why wasn’t his hands up?  You gotta think about these questions that might come up.  And the look on his face – well that doesn’t say Amen to me.  I’m just telling you like I see it.

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   Dear Bacon – The humans came home early.  How dare them.  Don’t they know that once the leave for work, this crib is mine for eight hours or more?  Here I was taking a little dip in the inside pool.  They walked in like I was killing the pet bird or something.  Honestly, some people.  If they didn’t want me to swim in the pool, don’t leave the lid up.  Signed Skinny Dipping

Dear Skinny Dipping – Remind me not to get to close to your snuggles when I visit.  I don’t think that contraption is made for your swimming convenience.  I’ve seen what my daddy does in it.  It’s not pretty.  Trust me on that.  Shivers.

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  Dear Bacon – Can you believe my owner accused me of getting into her so called make up?  I did not touch her war paint.  No I didn’t.  You can’t prove these things.  She didn’t see me in it.  Hhummphh – I think I’ll go take a walk outside now.  Signed Painted Lady

Dear Painted Lady –  Uumm, you might want to rethink your stand on the no touchy of the war paint.  Go look in the mirror.  I think you will ‘see’ what is giving you away.  Although I do like the color of your paws and mouth, it looks like that lipstick didn’t get away.  One shade darker and it would look like a crime scene happened at your crib with you being the victim.  Of course on the other hoof, that would make an awesome Halloween costume.  Crime Scene or Street Walker – you make the call – snorts with piggy laughter.

 

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 Dear Bacon – This may look like shredded paper all over the floor but it’s not.  I have a perfectly good excuse for this.  You see my humans leave me in the kitchen while they go to make the money to keep me in the life I’ve grown accustomed.  Well, I’ve watched my mom clip her so called coupons all the time.  If you look closer at these papers, they are coupons.  I was just trying to lend a helping paw and help her out.  You know, to give her more time to pet and play with me.  You understand, right?  Signed Coupon Clipper

Dear Coupon Clipper – I give you one for helping and participating in the household budget my friend.  Unfortunately though, I don’t think those coupons will work the way you cut them.  I’m sure your mom understood your willing to help.  Maybe next time, you let her do the clipping with one hand while she pets you with the other.

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REMEMBER my friends – Dear Bacon can’t help without your participation. Keep sending your letters and pictures to my email address.  Snorts and Oinks!

 

Dear Coach – Special Edition

Oh my friends – we’ve got a good one for you this week.  My tummy hurts from laughing so hard.  My buddy Eli Pacheco, AKA Coach Daddy, is filling in for me this week.  Oh my friends.  When he sent me these replies, I almost spit an entire glass of water on my computer screen.  I hope you enjoy these as much as we did here at the Hotel Thompson.  Please be sure to visit his blog and show him some love.  Tell him that Bacon sent you 🙂

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Dear Coach Daddy,

I’m not a kitten anymore. I want to look … sophisticated. I’ve changed many behaviors already. I won’t chase yarn balls, and I never fall for the light-on-the-floor trick. Well, rarely. I recently discovered some makeup stored near my litter box. What do you think? Chic, or no?  Signed,  Meeee-yowza

Dear Meeee-yowza,

That is a mature look. Eye makeup does work sometimes, on some discriminating cats. Jenni-purr Lawrence, for example. With your skin tone, you might consider the natural look. Or consult Arlene, from Garfield fame. Now there’s a cat who can wear makeup.  Signed,  Coach Daddy

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Dear Coach Daddy,

My two brothers and I are inseparable. We dig holes side by side. We bury bones side by side. We even circle up and mark a fire hydrant side by side. Recently, though, one of us has fallen victim to flatulence. I’m certain it isn’t me, but it’s unbearable. What can we do?  Signed, Silent but Deadly

Dear Silent but Deadly,

I take it you all are reading this. I cannot diagnose you, or prevent it from happening. Whoever the skunky one is can perhaps bark when you poot, to mask the sound. I have nothing to mask the smell, unfortunately. Perhaps lay off the Snausages?  Signed,  Coach Daddy

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Dear Coach Daddy,

I need dating advice. I’ve heard the ladies have a soft spot for the pug, but I don’t see it happening. I even work out and eat eggs for a beautiful coat. I read online that fancy urination is all the rage in Europe. I think this pose will be a lady killer. What do you think of it?  Signed,  Zorro of the Pee Pee

Dear Zoro of the Pee Pee,

That’s quite some form, and I’m certain for the right audience, it’ll be a real hit, especially when your audience is in heat. It’s overdone, though. I’d suggest some flair – maybe try to spell your beloved’s name with your stream. A man has to make a name for himself, after all.  Signed, Coach Daddy

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Dear Coach Daddy,

Shh. I think I hear them coming. No, it’s clear. Listen. I came from a house full of cats when I was just a pup. Nowadays, I am an only pet in a happy home – but the cats, they still haunt my dreams. It’s as if they’re … watching me. Ever get that feeling?  Signed,  Nervous Nellie

Dear Nervous Nellie,

I know the feeling, girlfriend. It always seems like I’m tossing cats’ eyes on the dice. And when you turn and look? No one there. I’m glad you wrote. I thought I was the only one. I think you’re fine … but, I’d keep my back to the wall when you’re at the food bowl – just in case.  Signed,  Coach Daddy

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Dear Coach Daddy,

I’m a Great Dane who has always played by the rules. I never chew up shoes, mess on the sidewalk or bark at night. Recently, a spicy little Cavalier King Charles named Gigi has blown into my life like a dogcatcher’s net. She’s turned my life upside down.   She chews shoes, barks at night, and questions authority, as you can see in this photo I took of her. See? She’s such a rebel. Do you see a future for us?  Signed, Right-wing Rufus

Dear Rufus,

Love is a splendid mess, amigo. Maybe you and Gigi will give each other balance. She’ll show you how to toss caution to the wind and chase mailmen. You can show her the benefit of restraint and order. It looks to me like the start of something beautiful. You go dawg.  Signed,  Coach Daddy

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Thanks again to Coach to helping me out this week.  Be sure to check his blog out my friends.  And remember, Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU.  Please keep sending me your photographs and letters!  

 

Interviews 4, 5 and We have a Winner!

This finding a pig sitter adventure is really tough!  I don’t think mom or dad thought it would be this complicated.  The date is getting closer!  We keep hearing the clock – tick tock tick tock.  I actually think mom was getting in panic mode.

Mom/dad had interviews again yesterday.  I think we may have a winner.  Keep your fingers crossed – I’m keeping my hooves crossed.

 Each person is told the same thing.  Mom/dad are looking for a pig sitter, someone that would be with me most of the time.  With the exception of school, a date, etc.  I have a schedule that needs to be maintained to my standards.  That means, the individual gets free rent and food while they are here with me.  AND, they are getting paid to keep me company, feed me and basically be at my beck and call.  Snorts – okay well that’s how I took it anyway.

Interview 4 –  Snorts – I don’t even really need to say anything here – NEXT.  Okay, that’s not going to get it with you huh?  You want details on this NEXT?  Let’s just say the guy wore more make-up than mommy and had black fingernails.  Uh-oh not going to happen.  N.E.X.T.  This guy scared me more than any of the stories of my 31 Days of Spook.  I jumped off the sofa and RAN to my bedroom squealing.  I even slammed the door.  I would have locked it if I could have reached the door knob.  That was scary!

Interview 5 –  We have a WINNER!!

After much encouragement – darn this pot belly – I came out for interview 5.  I’m glad I did.  Her name is Hannah and she is heaven.  She smelled like baby powder and had the prettiest smile.  I immediately walked up to her and I didn’t scare her.  What?  A taker?  I jumped on the couch and again it didn’t startle her.  She petted me and I got a little bit closer.  She talked to mom/dad and petted me with the softest hands.  I think I’m in love.  She was my Hannah.  She didn’t even cringle when mom went over the details of taking care of me.  You know, like cleaning my box, cooking for me and playing with me.  Oh WOW!  So, when are mom/dad going away?  I have an angel that’s going to take care of me my friends.  I can’t wait.

 

We Need to Talk About Privacy

Can’t a pig here at the Hotel Thompson take a nap in privacy?  I mean, really – I was drooling and having little piggy dreams in this picture.  Mom is getting worse than the Hollywood paparazzi with that camera of hers. 

There has to be a line drawn somewhere… a house rule of sorts at the Hotel Thompson.  You know like no pictures of the pig that are unflattering or drooling.  What if Miss Piggy sees it? That’s cutting in on my future love life.  What if mom decides to make a book and put that picture in there?  Oh thud snort no. 

 

I wonder how mom would feel if I take a picture of her sleeping or when she first gets up with no make up and bed head?  Hey, there you go – that’s going to be my come back when I speak with her.  No wait, maybe just take the picture and show it to her.  Perhaps that will change her mind – evil snort PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud).

 

Daddy Piggy Love

After my bad behavior last night, my prayer meeting with mom and my time out, I had a long time to reflect on my evil ways. This behavior is totally unaccepted here

 at the Hotel Thompson. Going to bed early last night gave me plenty of time to think about my situation.

Bullying at the Hotel Thompson is totally against the rules. I had a momentarily lapse in sound judgment. Mom explained to me that dad was just trying to give me some loving. I explained to mom that me eating and the way dad was scratching me made me think he was trying to get me away from my food. He is after all the alpha male in this establishment. Bottom line, I lost my mind.

Things are fine now. Me and dad have made up. Just to proof it, mom caught this picture of us last night. Can’t you see the love in my face?