Welcome my friends to October – we all know what that means. It’s time for Bacon’s Spooktoberfest! A month full of things that go bump in the middle of the night. The strange noises that vibrate through the house. The kind of eerie creepiness that settles in that you just want to run to your room and hide under your bed… Shivers. I almost scared myself. So friends stay tuned to my blog for excitement. This year, we are doing things a little different. We are writing a continuous story for 31 days of Bacon’s Spooktoberfest. So if you miss a day, you can catch up. Have a fun and scary month sweet friends.
And don’t worry, you can always hold my hoof.
That’s just totally awesome. Fabulous. Freaking yay. Mom/dad leaves this morning and what happens. Of course – it storms and rains. What the piggy heavens? Why? Why Karma would you do this to us? The first time us anipals are completely on our own and you decide to let the sky fall out with wet stuff? I hate you.
I really hate you. Mother Nature you are a mean person.
If the televisions and internet go out – we blame you. All totally you. Just sayin’ Give us anipals an olive branch and give us this one weekend please. One nice weekend – no rain. Because if you make it rain, nana will be late with food. And we just can’t have that now can we? That would be the most scariest thing in the world!
Dear Bacon – They are right when they say the eyes are the first to go. These days, I’m having to wear glasses just to get around the neighborhood.
I know other dogs make fun of me and it kind of hurts my feelings. What should I do? Signed Four Doggy Eyes
Dear Four Doggy Eyes – Hey guy, if it helps you to see I wouldn’t care what other dogs think about it. One day, they are going to experience problems as well. They are being doggy bullies and you know what.
Bullying is totally unacceptable in any form in any way – humans or animals.
Hold your head up high my friend. Wear those great looking glasses with pride!
Dear Bacon – Around these parts, they call me Sheriff Groucho. I love protecting my house and yard wearing my outfit. Sometimes, the humans even walk me through the neighborhood and so I can protect and serve other animals in the hood. It’s what I do. Signed Sheriff Groucho
Dear Sheriff Groucho – Hey, I like the look. I think it’s great that you are taking care of your neighborhood like that. If only other animals great and small would take charge and take back their own neighborhoods, it would be a wonderful place to live. Almost like Mr. Rogers neighborhood. I could see me living there.
Keep up the great work my friend. I think you deserve a pat on the back and a good job well done!
Dear Bacon – You talk about your mommy reading you bedtime stories all of the time. I like to read my own. I especially like Dr Seuss Go Dog Go. Have you read it? Signed Smart Pooch
Dear Smart Pooch – I haven’t heard of that book. I’m going to have to get mom to get a copy so she can read it to me one night. Thanks so much for the suggestion. I love how you hold your book. I only wish my hooves could accomodate that move.
Dear Bacon – You know riding a hog is just not for the humans – no pun intended. Sometimes on nice days outside, I like to jump my bike and ride. I like to feel the wind going over my body.
Do you like to ride? Signed Harley the Frog
Dear Harley the Frog – I like that bike. I absolutely love the color. Your legs are a tad bit longer than mine. I have short legs unfortunately.
It would be fun to feel the wind blowing through my hair though. I may have to see what I can do about that. Keep riding my friend and stay safe.
Dear Bacon – Some days, it doesn’t pay to even get out of bed. On this day in fact, I went from on top of the bed to under the bed. I just passed out and slept until the world was nicer to me. Do you ever have those days? Signed Pooch in Life
Dear Pooch in Life – I do have days where I go back to my bed until I feel better. It’s not every day. It just seems like some days Mother Nature is out to get you and throws lemons at you. Instead of passing it on to the humans, I sleep it off as well. I don’t have the back sleeping going on like you do but it looks comfortable!
There we were this past week all cozy at the Hotel Thompson. Mother Nature is still being psycho. Some days it was hot while other days it was cold. Mom was so cold that one day she just couldn’t get warm. So what did she do? She put on her puppy onesie. It actually has paws, a hood with ears and a tail. She was hilarious in this get up. And it has feets as well. She was rocking it and getting warm. I snuggled up next to her and we were both snoozing in no time. I agree to this outfit. Do you have a onesie? What kind do you have? Mom should have put my onesie on as well. We could have both strutted around the Hotel Thompson together.
Dearest Mother Nature – Really? This weather you are throwing at us is outrageous. One day it’s in the 70’s and the next day it’s in the 30’s. Daddy says you are going through – what did he call it? – menopause. He says that’s the only way to explain the vast difference in temperatures. I can’t tell you what mommy called it – it was a bad word.
Yesterday here it was beautiful. It was the first day it hasn’t rained. Which by the way it has rained so much that I think I’m sprouting feathers and quacking now instead of oinking. Today when mom went to work, it was so dark I thought it was night. Nope, it was the same time that she usually leaves. It was dark because it looked like the sky was fixing to fall out with thunderstorms. Lovely.
You know there are medicines that you can take for these mood swings. If they don’t help, maybe you need to see a professional instead of taking this out on everyone in the world. I’m just sayin’.
Dear Bacon – As you can see, I’m in this contraption my new humans like to call a box. I call it a box of hell. I mean I was okay with the humans putting me in it and taking me to their vehicle but to strap me in like the box is part of me – they will pay. Not at first because I’m fortunate to be adopted. But after a while… after making my new living conditions mine, they will pay. I smell dog in this car so I do hope they have a dog and I do hope said dog is ready to be blamed for everything. Signed Nails Out
Dear Nails Out – Oh pal. I hate to say it but it’s almost funny to look at the picture. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not laughing at your situation. Of course I wouldn’t do that. But the picture of a box with arms attached – oh have mercy. I so understand the complete concept of payback. That poor pooch doesn’t know what is coming to his digs.
Dear Bacon – Everyone keeps saying that can’t wait for winter or fall and the cooler weather. I say no. I like the summer. You don’t see us anipals bundles up to go out to use the facilities. You don’t see us anipals where boots and coats when it’s raining. This is me from last year. bbbrr – can’t you just feel the cold weather. Nope. I think I’ll pass…. but I guess mother nature won’t let me. So, it’s time to dig out my umbrella, scarf and rain boots again. There’s nothing like trying to pee outside where water is already all over you. Signed Special
Dear Special – You know I like the way you think my friend. I myself am not very fond of the outdoors, especially in the elements. Perhaps your humans can fix you a potty area off of the back door or something. You know so you don’t get wet. But if not, I have to say you look adorable in your fall outfit for sure.
Dear Bacon – Hey dude. I’m like saying to my humans that if the potential president of our United States can have a comb over, like why can’t I? Right? And I have to admit that like I carry the comb over so much better than that dude for sure. I mean like for real! This is like my look and I’m digging it for sure. I like the close shave all except my comb over which makes me like stand out in front of everyone else. I mean dude with that in mind, maybe *I* should run like for the president of these United States. I think like I have as much experience as the others, right? Would you like vote for a dude like me? Signed Dude
Dear Dude – I think everyone in the United States should write you in when they vote. Just your views on life and your style, that makes you stand out in front of everyone else. Nobody can claim that you have a double making appearances. Nobody can claim that your cold. Nobody can claim that you are not your very own dog. I like that in a running campaign. I say go for it. And remember, free treats for everyone that votes!
Dear Bacon – They say you can be whoever you want to be. I’ve always wanted to be a dinosaur. I mean who wouldn’t, right? I’ve always roared and told my humans that I’m strong like dinosaur. They found this horse coat and boom they knew it had my name all over it. Now, I love wearing it. Wouldn’t you be scared if you saw me coming your way? You would, wouldn’t you? Signed Roar
Dear Roar – Oh my piggy heavens! I’m shaking with fear. That is so awesome my friend. I love your coat and I think you make the coat. I think it’s awesome that your humans bought if for you. In fact,with your coat on, you could be a superhero. I can see it now on all the televisions and papers – “Super Roar Adventures”. It has a great sound to it, right? Keep having an awesome time in your coat dear friend!
Dear Bacon – I claim not fair! My doggy rights have been violated. Who do I need to make a report to? My friends are buttheads. That’s right. I said it. They kept telling me about a new friend they met and how we had to meet because I would love them. That’s when they introduced me to the new friend and then stepped to the side to take a picture of me saying hello. Buttheads. How do I get even Bacon? Signed Caught Sniffing
Dear Caught Sniffing – Shaking my piggy head. I’m so glad that I’m not the only one that gets caught in these types of things. I’m so sure that there will come a time when they forget about this incident and everything with the stars line up just right that you will get even for sure. AND I’m thinking it might be better than this episode… maybe.
❤ Remember my friends – Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU. Please continue emailing me your pictures and letters ❤
I’m not sure what the weather is like in your part of the world but here in the deep south, it’s h.o.t. I mean really, really hot. As in are we living in hell right now hot. I just want to make sure you understand what I’m talking about. I’m saying it’s so hothere that mom does her hair in the morning, walks outside and it becomes wet and falls hot. So hot here that you sweat in places you didn’t think you could get sweat around. It’s so hothere that you can put corn kernels on the asphalt and it will make popcorn. Okay you get it? Mother Nature, please bring me some cool air. I’ll take winter anytime. You?
Dear Bacon – Darn that pesky cat. She dared me to stick my head under the privacy fence to look at Bob. Well you know I’m not one not to take a challenge so I did it. Well guess what? My head is stuck. Bob tried everything he could to get me un-stuck but nothing. I know I heard that pesky purr thing clicking pictures to post on line. This does mean war. Any suggestions? Signed Stuck Between a Rock and Hard Place
Dear Stuck Between a Rock and Hard Place – Here’s what I would do… not that I’ve done anything like this before – looks innocent. When the purr things goes to sleep, find the camera and change your face picture of being stuck to the purr things face. Then put that picture all over the place. Fair is fair, right? Snorts.
Dear Bacon – OMC – Make the winter go away please. It is so cold in my part of the world – this is how you will find me every night – trying to touch the heat waves. Is it still cold there in your part of the world? Signed Stretch
Dear Stretch – Shaking my piggy head. I am so with you my friend. Some days are great – perfect temperature and skies. While other days, the rain is falling and it is cold. Hopefully soon Mother Nature will make up her mind and pick one season to stick to… I hope.
Dear Bacon – What’s up?! I just know you are eating or drinking something wonderful on the other side of this fence. Just put it right there okay… right there on my tongue. Many thanks! Signed Beggar
Dear Beggar – If only I had something my friend, I would surely share with you. Heck, if you lived closer, I would go get you an poochie ice cream. Mom always makes sure that Houdini has some in the freezer. They don’t taste that bad at all – I know cause I’ve had one. Hope you get something soon. Hang in there… well don’t hang. Maybe take your tongue out of the hole.
Dear Bacon – I tell my human this all of the time. “Oh no don’t stop. I love hearing all about your break ups and fights with your boyfriend. You have my solid attention – do go on. I’m sitting here just totally enthralled. I would give you a hug but look – I’m caged.” Signed Attention
Dear Attention – Snorts with piggy laughter. Does this work? Does your human take you out for a little hug? I mean heck they should because you do look like you are giving them your full attention. I’m really touched – snorts.
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Dear Bacon – My human thought he was dreaming last night but it really was me in person scaring him. Evil Purrs. I dressed up like a doctor and put a light over his face. Surely he thought he was going into surgery. It was really hilarious. For a human, he can’t jump pretty high. Have you ever fooled your humans like this? Signed Mischief
Dear Mischief – I like the way you think my friend. Every chance I get it, you know I pick on my human father. Our relationship is deep and has many levels. Both of us think that we are the alpha here at the Hotel Thompson. But we all know who that really is, right? Keep up the great work my friend. I’m highly impressed with your young abilities.
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REMEMBER MY FRIENDS – Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU. Please keep sending me your letters and pictures to my email.
Dearest Mother Nature – Really? This weather you are throwing at us is outrageous. One day it’s in the 70’s and the next day it’s in the 30’s. Daddy says you are going through – what did he call it? – menopause. He says that’s the only way to explain the vast difference in temperatures. I can’t tell you what mommy called it – it was a bad word.
Yesterday here it was beautiful. It was the first day it hasn’t rained. Which by the way it has rained so much that I think I’m sprouting feathers and quacking now instead of oinking. Today when mom went to work, it was so dark I thought it was night. Nope, it was the same time that she usually leaves. It was dark because it looked like the sky was fixing to fall out with thunderstorms. Lovely.
And let me tell you about Albert, mom’s Smart car. Mommy has not driven him in 8 days. Why? Because with your winds, your rain, your up and down temperatures, dad thought mom would be safer in Tank, the other car. So you see now Mother Nature you are ticking off Albert. He wants to run and he can’t.
You know there are medicines that you can take for these mood swings. If they don’t help, maybe you need to see a professional instead of taking this out on everyone in the world. I’m just sayin’.
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.
There we were this past week all cozy at the Hotel Thompson. Mother Nature is still being psycho. Some days it was hot while other days it was cold. Mom was so cold that one day she just couldn’t get warm. So what did she do? She put on her puppy onesie. It actually has paws, a hood with ears and a tail. She was hilarious in this get up. And it has feets as well. She was rocking it and getting warm. I snuggled up next to her and we were both snoozing in no time. I agree to this outfit. Do you have a onesie? What kind do you have? Mom should have put my onesie on as well. We could have both strutted around the Hotel Thompson together.
Dearest Mother Nature – Really? This weather you are throwing at us is outrageous. One day it’s in the 70’s and the next day it’s in the 30’s. Daddy says you are going through – what did he call it? – menopause. He says that’s the only way to explain the vast difference in temperatures. I can’t tell you what mommy called it – it was a bad word.
Piglove 