National Pick Strawberries Day

Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here – Keeping his paws on the nuts of the world –

May 20th is a wonderful glorious day.  It is National Pick Strawberries Day – what a great
day to enjoy.  I know that this is a day that the pig Bacon can wrap those jowls around.  He absolutely LOVES strawberries and that’s a huge understatement.

Today, start a new tradition.  Go find a strawberry field and pick your own strawberries.  Start a family tradition.  I think Bacon’s mom is actually going to go and pick the little fellow a few of his own today. I wonder if they will let Bacon come and pick his own?  Chitter Chatter – that would be a picture for the blog!  Enjoy my friends!

 

National Clean Up Your Room Day

Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here – Keeping his paws on the nuts of the world 

May 10th – the perfect holiday for ALL parents far and near.  If you have kids, you can relate  to this National Clean Up Your Room Day.  The kids may think that everything in their ‘organized’ room is treasure and things they will need tomorrow but we all know that plate, one sock, various toys and Lego’s and clothes are things that need to be cleaned up.  Sometimes the mess is so bad that you can’t walk through the room and stuff is packed under the bed, the dresser and the closet is overflowing.  How do these kids live in this mess?!

To mom and dad’s delights everywhere – today is National Clean Up Your Room.  Get out your shovels and pull the truck up to their window.  It’s time for everyone to clean their rooms.  Especially that Bacon, he’s not perfect either.  I took a picture of that little fellows room before his mom got to it when she got home from work.  WOW – that’s all I can say.  I can just imagine the places I could hide some nuts in that room – chitter chatter.

P.S. my friends.  This day also applies to adults.  Kids make sure you check your parents rooms as well.  Fair play is fair play !

 

National Pick Strawberries Day

Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –

Keeping his paws on the nuts of the world –

May 20th is a wonderful glorious day.  It is National Pick Strawberries Day – what a great
day to enjoy.  I know that this is a day that the pig Bacon can wrap those jowls around.  He absolutely LOVES strawberries and that’s a huge understatement.

Today, start a new tradition.  Go find a strawberry field and pick your own strawberries.  Start a family tradition.  I think Bacon’s mom is actually going to go and pick the little fellow a few of his own today. I wonder if they will let Bacon come and pick his own?  Chitter Chatter – that would be a picture for the blog!  Enjoy my friends!

 

National Clean Up Your Room Day

Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –

Keeping his paws on the nuts of the world –

May 10th – the perfect holiday for ALL parents far and near.  If you have kids, you can relate  to this National Clean Up Your Room Day.  The kids may think that everything in their ‘organized’ room is treasure and things they will need tomorrow but we all know that plate, one sock, various toys and Lego’s and clothes are things that need to be cleaned up.  Sometimes the mess is so bad that you can’t walk through the room and stuff is packed under the bed, the dresser and the closet is overflowing.  How do these kids live in this mess?!

To mom and dad’s delights everywhere – today is National Clean Up Your Room.  Get out your shovels and pull the truck up to their window.  It’s time for everyone to clean their rooms.  Especially that Bacon, he’s not perfect either.  I took a picture of that little fellows room before his mom got to it when she got home from work.  WOW – that’s all I can say.  I can just imagine the places I could hide some nuts in that room – chitter chatter.

P.S. my friends.  This day also applies to adults.  Kids make sure you check your parents rooms as well.  Fair play is fair play !

 

31 Days of Spook – Evil Passenger

There you are in the morning getting ready for work or school.  You are running around trying not to forget anything.  Was that coffee you put in the refrigerator and milk in the cabinet?  You don’t know.  You are running late now.  You have a piece of toast in your mouth, coffee cup in your hand, your purse on your shoulder and tote bag in one hand.  You go out to your car, open the door, get in and crank it.  That’s when you feel that you are not alone.  You look over in the passenger seat and oh my dear piggy heavens above – you see this!   What the oink!?  What do you do?

 

Pigomon NO!

So here I am this past weekend listening to the news on television about this Pokemon Go craze.  I’m just shaking my head about some of the stupid things that people are ending up doing just to catch a Pokemon.  I don’t get it.  I really don’t.  I overheard mom/dad talking about the craze and they were just shaking their heads too.

So knowing that mom/dad thought it was crazy, I acted like any other kid in America.  I had to try it myself – snorts.  So mom put me to bed last night.  While she and dad were getting ready for bed, I downloaded the Pokemon Go app to my iPad.  Now this is where I have my first issue with Pokemon.  Why don’t you have animal players?  Why do you have to have either boy or girl.  Shame on you.

I finally settled with a boy and of course named myself BaconPigLove.  What else would I name myself, right?  So then I listened at my door intently waiting for mom/dad to go to bed.  In the meantime, I looked around my room.  Nope – Pokemon Monster Free just like I like it.  I snorted – stupid game.

Then I heard mom/dad walk down the hall – awesome.  Now was the time for me to make my move.  I silently pushed open my bedroom door and went down the hall holding my iPad.  Now I was so intent on getting to the doggy door that I didn’t see the stupid monster before I got right on top of him.  This stupid Rattata appeared out of nowhere.  And trust me friends, it’s just like it sounds – a stupid rat of some sorts that’s been eating too many science projects left in the fridge for too long. I didn’t know whether to squeal or take a snort or what.  So I flung this ball at it and it said I captured it.  Thank goodness because that thing could have carried Houdini off.  And speaking of which, I was trying to be quiet so I wouldn’t wake him up so he would yip-yap and give me away.

I got to the doggy door and scooted through… okay okay – I wedged my pudgy piggy butt through the door.  And then there I was in my magical backyard.  Surely, nothing would be found in my magical backyard.  I started walking around holding my iPad up looking for these supposed monsters.  Then I saw this thing happened on my iPad like something was jumping in a bunch of leaves. It was weird so of course I carried on towards it.  Slowly I tiptoed on my hooves and then this stupid bird like thing jumped out at me.  I think it said it’s name was Pidgey.  Trust me.  That’s not what I called it.  I caught it with my ball and scored some points.

By this time, I was deep in the woods.  Did I mention all by myself?  Then I saw the leaves moving again on my iPad.  This time it was further back in the woods near the tree line.  So again I tiptoed down the woods silent like the hunter I am – quit laughing.  I turned the corner and jumped out to get what only God knows was next.  That’s when this kid yelled louder than I was squealing.  OMP!  I peed on myself right there in *my* backyard… in *MY* woods and this kid was back there hunter Pokemon too. He yelled pig and I yelled kid and we both took off running in opposite directions.  Trust me it was so much easier getting back into the house through the doggy door.

I’m never going Pokemon hunting again…ever.

 

Changing…

Yawns.  What was that noise?  What woke me up?  I lay here in my bed and stretch.  Oh my – either my legs are getting longer or my bed is getting smaller.  What is up with that.  Surely I can’t still be growing.  

Oh yeah…what woke me up?  I opened one eye and looked around.  It’s still dark in here.  Surely it was just my imagination.  That’s when something strange happened.  I had this strong urge – kind of like an internal clock ticking to wake up mom for breakfast.  What?  When did that start happening?  The urge was strong too.  I opened the other eye, sat up and stretched.  Okay – this has to be a dream.  Where the heck am I?  I let my eyes adjust to the darkness and looked around.  No wonder my feet kept hitting the bottom of the bed.  What is this – a toddler bed?  Where am I?  This is not my bedroom.  I look over at a wall – what does that say?  It’s a picture of a pig wearing cow house shoes and states “Moo Shoe Pork Palace”.  Que diable?!

Again, the strong urge to wake up mom.  I don’t wake up mom like this, especially before the birds start singing and it’s still dark outside.  But for some reason the pull is strong to my bedroom door.  That’s when something so weird happened.  I opened my mouth to bark and it didn’t happen.  Instead of a bark it was a squeal and an oink?!  What in the world!  

A few minutes later, my bedroom door opened and I heard a voice say, “Thanks Bacon, time for breakfast.”  Okay, something weird is going on.  First, a cheerful voice telling me it’s breakfast time?  But the voice called me Bacon… then again who cares because they mentioned food.  

I take off down the hallway and stop in my tracks.  What?  Where are my stairs?  There’s nothing here but a long hallway.  I go into the living room and look around but my nose tells me there is food coming from the kitchen.  I poke my head into the kitchen and walk through sniffing.  That’s when the voice tells me, “Hey Sunshine.”  I tell you, I had to look around.  Who is Sunshine?  I’m Easy.  That’s when the voice puts down an amazing looking array of food – eggs?  Oh yeah – I like this room service.  Eggs with spinach and some kind of nuggets.  I quickly snarfed it down and looked up. Now to think of it, the call of nature is like calling big time.  I was at the point of crossing my legs by this time.  Can’t this woman see the whites in my eyes floating?  I need to use the facilities BIG time.  I walk through the kitchen and see the back door.  I brush up against it and plead to this woman.  Finally she gets the drift.  “Oh Bacon, you want to go out and play this early?”  No woman – I need to PEE – let me out – let me out – let the weimaraner out!

I run out the back door and almost fell down the stairs of the porch.  Where am I?  This isn’t my backyard.  Although it does look magical – what is that over in the corner?  Is that a squirrel?  I gotta go meet him and I take off running towards him.  Can you believe the guy doesn’t move.  It’s like he knows me or something.  He even talked!  “Hey Bacon, how’s it going this morning?”  Who is this squirrel?  Before I could say anything he further said, “Well have a great day pig, I gotta go work on some important holidays for your blog.”  What?  Who does he think is, Journalist Rocky the Squirrel – barks atcha my friend.

A talking squirrel – now I’ve seen everything.  I shook myself, marked some territory and went back to the door.  What the heck did I eat last night to give me these illusions?  Those mushrooms had to be psychedelic mushrooms – yeah that’s it.  Remind me to never eat those again – ever!

I went back inside and the woman said, “Time for snuggle time” and kept looking at me.  What?  You think I’m a trained pup or something?  Darn this body – where are these guttural movements coming from?  Before I could stop myself, I jumped up in this woman’s lap and started oinking.  Shaking my head.  I gotta stop eating after 8pm.  It definitely had to be the mushrooms last night?

After a while, she said she had to go to work and did I want my television on in my bedroom?  What a television all to myself in a room all to myself.  You have got to be kidding.  Now this part of the nightmare I could get used to… snorts – I mean barks.  I gotta get my barky thing checked out.  I’m going back to bed.

Something is definitely wrong.

But before I could go back to bed, this man appeared all magically delicious and said, “Hey Bacon, you want a snack?”  What?  I tell you at least my dreams have great room service.  The man gives me this piggy plate full of goodies.

Okay – what is up with this?  I mean there’s all kinds of bacon and piggy stuff.  Sure I know my brother across the pond but why give this kind of stuff to the weimaraner?

If anyone figures out this freaky stuff, please let me know okay and thanks!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday Dr. Seus!

Theodor Seuss Geisel (3/02/1904 – 09/24/1991)

One of my favorite things about Dr. Seuss is that he’s different. And isn’t that great?  We are all different in every way.  That is what makes us special in each of our own ways.  We can stand out and be us.  Whether you bark, meow, oink, slither or squawk, let’s all give Dr. Seuss a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Now I’m off to see daddy.  Daddy absolutely ❤ Green Eggs and Ham.  He actually knows it by heart.  I’m going to see if he will read it to me.  He makes the best animations when he tells it to me – happy day my friends!

 

31 Days of Spook – Evil Passenger

There you are in the morning getting ready for work or school.  You are running around trying not to forget anything.  Was that coffee you put in the refrigerator and milk in the cabinet?  You don’t know.  You are running late now.  You have a piece of toast in your mouth, coffee cup in your hand, your purse on your shoulder and tote bag in one hand.  You go out to your car, open the door, get in and crank it.  That’s when you feel that you are not alone.  You look over in the passenger seat and oh my dear piggy heavens above – you see this!   What the oink!?  What do you do?

 

Piggy Ramblings

  Let’s ramble a bit shall we my friends?  First up let’s talk about birthdays. Mom is a little blue today – in a good way though.  Her baby Houdini turns the big ONE.  Of course mom tells all of us anipals that we are ALL her babies which we know.  And now Chip (Bashful’s son and my grandson) is almost potty trained.  All of the babies are growing up so fast here at the Hotel Thompson.

Also mom has been doing this DIEt thing.  Lord help us all here.  Mom says she is doing things differently this time with her DIEt and she is recording everything that passes her lips in a journal on her iPhone (there’s an app for that – snorts).  She tells daddy every night that you just don’t understand how many calories you are consuming until you start logging them.  It has definitely been an eye opener for mom.  We all tread lightly around her on this DIEt.  Of course, with mom cutting back that means we here area also cutting back.  See how that flows down hill?  This interprets to less Animal Crackers for me and less chips for daddy throughout the day.  But then mommy has to go to the worky place during the week – insert evil snorts.  What she doesn’t know happens here when she is gone is a great thing.

Another happening thing here at the Hotel Thompson is the demise of mom’s laptop several months ago.  Bless her heart – it was a slow death of the Toshiba.  Toshiba was a great one and served years of hard work.  Mom used my laptop for a while but it wasn’t the same.  She complained something about piggy drool.  What?  It is *my* computer – rolls piggy eyes.  She has been using her iPhone and iPad for Facebook and blogging but she complained about the keyboard and something about when she gets on a roll she can’t type as fast as she wants due to the lack of a ‘real’ keyboard.  WOW – she is such a princess, isn’t she?  Snorts

Well yesterday, a package arrived not for me but for mom.  Amazing that they didn’t turn the package away because mom never gets packages.  She opened it up last night.  Of course, all of us anipals were right there in her lap and on the box to help out and see what it was.  Hey, it’s what we do.  She opened up a box and then another box inside of that box.  It almost seemed like Christmas and the anticipation was killing us all.  Then she struck gold – she got herself a new laptop.  I think I heard angels singing but maybe that was just the television.  She oohh and aaww over it while setting it up.  You would have thought she was in heaven and she might have been.  She was deliriously happy.  And you know what – that made us all happy.  Even daddy when she gave him the receipt for the bill – snorts.

Enough ramblings from this oinker.  What’s going on in your part of the world?  Anything funny?  Anything you want to talk about and share?

Oh and one more thing – I sounded like Columbo on that didn’t I?  Snorts – Love that detective.  Mom told daddy last night that she wished he came with a remote control with a mute button.  I’m not sure what that meant.  Do you?  Daddy just laughed and kept on singing and talking.