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.
Dear Bacon – This is the pits. No, I mean it really. It’s not bad enough that my humans put these ridiculous pajamas on me. Now I have to wear the cone of shame. AND they sat me in a make shift bed which is really an old potty box with a blanket. Really? This is how they treat me. Can you give me a word of encouragement my piggy friend? Signed Cat in the Hat
Dear Cat in the Hat – You know my friend. You are looking at this all wrong. Look at it from the positive prospective. They put pajamas on you – I’m guessing – so that you wouldn’t scratch whatever you had done surgically, right? Then they put the pitiful projector on your head so you couldn’t lick or bite that particular surgical spot, right? AND then they put you in a comfortable spot with a blankie so you would be comfy. See, look at it from this perspective. Do you know what all of that adds up to this little piggy? To me, it says your humans care for you way more than you think and want you to be comfortable during this duration. Instead of looking at it from your point of view, take it from my point of view. And let me add, suck it up for all it’s worth – humans love that when they think they’ve done something to you 🙂
Dear Bacon – Can you believe my humans have the audacity to blame ‘me’ – innocent cute little ‘me’ – as stealing one of their valuable orange crunchy things they snack on while watching television? Me. There is no way they can pin this crime on me. There is no proof! Signed Cheeto
Dear Cheeto – Do me a favor my friend. Go to your nearest mirror and look at yourself. Go ahead. I’l wait. Whistles while waiting and taps hooves. Oh good you are back. Did you see that incriminating evidence on your cute little face? The orange stuff my friend. That would be evidence of eating your humans prized Cheetos. By your name, I’m thinking this is not your first run in with the law on being busted for this crime. Might I make a suggestion for future escapades? Once you have partaken of the evil Cheeto, go drink some water out of your bowl with delight. I mean slush that water around on your cute little face to wash the orange stuff off. No proof means it didn’t happen my friend. Happy eating.
Dear Bacon – I was cold. It was freezing in this house. My humans like to hang me as they so delightfully like to say. Don’t worry about us little pooches. I had to resort to the last step and wrap myself like a hot dog. It does the trick especially with the sun coming in from the window. Have you ever been this cold? Signed Cold Dog
Dear Cold Dog – WOW. I say if you’re cold, go for it my friend. I’m one of the very few here with us anipals that love it cold. I’m with my mom and like you said, we like to hang meet here at the Hotel Thompson. The colder the better. Heck, if we could skip over summer we would so do so. Stay warm my friend!
Dear Bacon – Here is my brother. He is so weird. I was looking down at the dog just minding my own business. That’s when Patches (my bro) jumped up and pulled my head up. What was so important that he wanted me to see you ask? The humans were cooking breakfast. Something smelled so delightful. They call it bacon. I’m just wondering. Do you know what this glorious smell is? Signed Matches
Dear Matches – I know exactly what that awful stuff called bacon is. It’s horrible. Such a bad thing to ever try. Some humans get addicted to it. See, that’s how bad it is for you cats. Once hooked, they can’t go back. And I for one can guarantee you that you don’t want to get hooked on that bad drug. Yeah, it’s a bad drug. Better steer far away from it my friends. I wouldn’t want it to stunt your growth or anything. Snorts!
Dear Bacon – Don’t you jussst love my new ssssweater? I got it for my birthdaysss. I just love to sssslither around the house wearing itsss. I think it makesss me ssslim and bringsss out the color of my eyessss. What do you thinksss? Signed Sexy and I Know It
Dear Sexy and I Know It – As long as YOU think you are sexy and you know it, does it really matter what anyone else thinks? You rock that sweater around your house all you want. Perhaps maybe next time your humans can get you a longer one? Keep slithering there where you are my friend.
My spot – ALL MINE. That Bacon thinks he always gets the “prime” spot. Not today. Nope. ALL MINE.
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You see mom was stretched out in her chaise doing what she does best – you know leisure relaxing like the Queen she is – barks! Well, before that oinker could jump up beside her, I parked my cute little behind there. You can see me looking off to the left in the picture. That’s me looking at Bacon going GOT YOU.
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And yes, that’s me in a onesie. Not just any onesie. But a onesie with a teddy bear on my butt. Do you think that teddy bear makes my butt look big? Wiggle Wiggle. You’re staring at it, aren’t you? Barks with poochie laughter.
Dear Bacon – This is the pits. No I mean it really. It’s not bad enough that my humans put these ridiculous pajamas on me. Now I have to wear the cone of shame. AND they sat me in a make shift bed which is really an old potty box with a blanket. Really? This is how they treat me. Can you give me a word of encouragement my piggy friend? Signed Cat in the Hat
Dear Cat in the Hat – You know my friend. You are looking at this all wrong. Look at it from the positive prospective. They put pajamas on you – I’m guessing – so that you wouldn’t scratch whatever you had done surgically, right? Then they put the pitiful projector on your head so you couldn’t lick or bite that particular surgical spot, right? AND then they put you in a comfortable spot with a blankie so you would be comfy. See, look at it from this prospective. Do you know what all of that adds up to this little piggy? To me it says your humans care for you way more than you think and want you to be comfortable during this duration. Instead of looking at it from your point of view, take it from my point of view. And let me add, suck it up for all it’s worth – humans love that when they think they’ve done something to you 🙂
Dear Bacon – Can you believe my humans have the audacity to blame ‘me’ – innocent cute little ‘me’ – as stealing one of their valuable orange crunchy things they snack on while watching television? Me. There is no way they can pin this crime on me. There is no proof! Signed Cheeto
Dear Cheeto – Do me a favor my friend. Go to your nearest mirror and look at yourself. Go ahead. I’l wait. Whistles while waiting and taps hooves. Oh good you are back. Did you see that incriminating evidence on your cute little face? The orange stuff my friend. That would be evidence of eating your humans prized Cheetos. By your name, I’m thinking this is not your first run in with the law on being busted for this crime. Might I make a suggestion for future escapades? Once you have partaken of the evil Cheeto, go drink some water out of your bowl with delight. I mean slush that water around on your cute little face to wash the orange stuff off. No proof means it didn’t happen my friend. Happy eating.
Dear Bacon – I was cold. It was freezing in this house. My humans like to hang me as they so delightfully like to say. Don’t worry about us little pooches. I had to resort to the last step and wrap myself like a hot dog. It does the trick especially with the sun coming in from the window. Have you ever been this cold? Signed Cold Dog
Dear Cold Dog – WOW. I say if you’re cold, go for it my friend. I’m one of the very few here with us anipals that love it cold. I’m with my mom and like you said, we like to hang meet here at the Hotel Thompson. The colder the better. Heck, if we could skip over summer we would so do so. Stay warm my friend!
Dear Bacon – Here is my brother. He is so weird. I was looking down at the dog just minding my own business. That’s when Patches (my bro) jumped up and pulled my head up. What was so important that he wanted me to see you ask? The humans were cooking breakfast. Something smelled so delightful. They call it bacon. I’m just wondering. Do you know what this glorious smell is? Signed Matches
Dear Matches – I know exactly what that awful stuff called bacon is. It’s horrible. Such a bad thing to ever try. Some humans get addicted to it. See, that’s how bad it is for you cats. Once hooked, they can’t go back. And I for one can guarantee you that you don’t want to get hooked on that bad drug. Yeah, it’s a bad drug. Better steer far away from it my friends. I wouldn’t want it to stunt your growth or anything. Snorts!
Dear Bacon – Don’t you jussst love my new ssssweater? I got it for my birthdaysss. I just love to sssslither around the house wearing itsss. I think it makesss me ssslim and bringsss out the color of my eyessss. What do you thinksss? Signed Sexy and I Know It
Dear Sexy and I Know It – As long as YOU think you are sexy and you know it, does it really matter what anyone else thinks? You rock that sweater around your house all you want. Perhaps maybe next time your humans can get you a longer one? Keep slithering there where you are my friend.
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Hey my friends to another week of Paw Time with Houdini. As you have read on Bacon’s blog, the Hotel Thompson is now under construction. I didn’t know what that word was until I started hearing all of the banging, pulling and ripping… and let’s not mention the grunting and groaning from mom and dad. WOW – those two really can put out some elbow grease when they put their minds to it.
They said that this reconstruction would be better for ALL of us here. I really hope so with the noises they are making. And daddy says the worse is yet to come this weekend. When I asked why he said because he and mom were hitting ‘the’ closet. I must have looked confused still. Daddy explained that most people have that one closet that no one ever opens because of everything that might fall out. They are opening that closet here at the Hotel Thompson and cleaning it out this weekend. Mom said it was for storage benefits. I’m not sure about that. I think I’ll go up and spend time with Nana while they fight the inner closet demons.
Last week when I got groomed, I came home and mom put me in my jammies. The first thing I had to do afterwards and climb up on my pillow, stretch out and take a nap. It’s a tough job being this adorable. You know? Mommy says this picture just tugs at her heart. Nana says it looks like I was praying. Barks! I was totally exhausted.
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The next day, I moved to my bigger bed that I have learned to move around to my liking. Don’t I look all cute and innocent in this one? I was chewing on my toy keys. I ❤ those toy keys. I’ve had them since mom/dad adopted me back in September. They are one of my favorite chew toys in the entire world. Do you have something like that too? They are falling apart now but I’m not ready to give them up just yet.
Well that’s all for me my friends – yawns – I hope you had a wonderful week as well. Happy weekend!
Barks! Welcome my friends to another weekly edition of my Paw Time with Houdini. This week I’ve learned several things here at the Hotel Thompson. First up – I ❤ to wear clothes. No really I do.
Some people say that anipals don’t like to wear clothes and that it’s the human that likes for them to wear it. Honestly though, I love to wear clothes. I mean heck, these days I feel naked if I don’t have something on. It’s my little touch. And one of my favorite outfits is my onesie with the teddy bear on my butt. They are cotton and comfy. They keep me warm and mom says that my snuggle factor goes off the chart when I’m wearing them. Look at the picture. What do you think? You want a pair don’t you? The little sleeves even cover my legs. But don’t worry. I can still access my kibbles and bits when nature calls – barks!
Another thing I’ve learned this week is that Mouse Girl, the purr thing, here really does love me. I mean she fusses at me when I jump on her and play with her but deep down I know she really loves me. When the humans don’t look, she gives me kisses. See, I knew she loved me. She just likes to play hard to catch.
And thirdly, I’ve been taking lessons from my Sensei Master Easy on toy destruction. I’ve struck three times this week (only two that mom and dad know about – evil snorts)! Notice the exhibits below. Of course, officially they weren’t *my* toys – they were the purr things. But you know the Yorkie rules…. Section 3, Paragraph 4: “If they put it down, it then becomes mine.” Barks and laughs!
I think I did pretty get at operation mouse destruction. I gutted them pretty good but actually I’m telling mommy that they blew their stuffing. What do you think Sensei Master Easy?
Happy Friday my friends!! Didn’t this week seem like the longest week EVER!? Maybe it was because last week was a short week due to the holiday. I’m not sure but I’m ready for the weekend and some mommy time. What about you my friends?
I thought I would give you an update on the little guy here – Houdini. He’s growing like Kudzo – snorts. I do believe he is a little over 6 pounds now – can you believe that? Notice this picture to the left of little Hoo-Hoo laying down.
Mommy just loves the way he lays down with his back feet out behind him. I do that at times as well. Rolls piggy eyes – she has a fit over us when she sees us like this. I have to admit that he does kind of look cute. But don’t let his cuteness fool you. He does have a mean streak. You’re saying No Way. Let me present to you exhibit A.
Mouse Girl was minding her own business on the couch. Houdini thought she needed a massage. Sweet huh? Mouse Girl didn’t think so. She let him do it for a while… and secretly I think she liked it until mom and dad noticed. Then she started howling like Houdini was killing her. Really? MG makes like 3-4 times Houdini’s. But hey I gotta say – look at Houdini’s tail – Now *that* is the cutest thing I’ve seen in some time. And when he wags it – OMP! Mommy says it goes 90 miles per minute. Reminds me of someone else who knows how to work their tail… looks innocently.
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And I have to admit that I am so glad that Houdini is here at the Hotel Thompson. Thank goodness mommy has someone else to dress up other than this piggy now. This is Houdini in his Thanksgiving pajama onsie. And nods head yes… that is a teddy bear on his butt. Shakes piggy head – better him than me – THANK GOODNESS.
Snorts – so there you go for your Houdini update. He’s growing. We are all getting used to him more – especially Mouse Girl. I think she has taken to the little guy and kind of caters to him like he’s her baby. Sweet huh?
I would say ratting her out but well – you see – it’s more like monkeying her out – snorts. Mom got a onesie for the cold weather here in the south. Okay I have to snort really loud on that because it’s like an oxymoron. We’re in the South mom – we don’t get that kind of cold weather, not really.
But she saw this onesie pajama outfit, tried it on and took a selfie of it in the dressing room. First off, mom you are not two. Onesies look so adorable on babies. Second off, what’s with taking a selfie in the dressing room? Isn’t that *my* job to take these pictures of you and embarrass you? I had to find these pictures on your cell phone when you weren’t looking. You didn’t even tell me about them. I’m going to have to start going through your cell phone pictures more often mom.
And do you notice friends her feet? They are sock monkeys. Mom is taking this whole entire sock monkey too far now. First it was Monkey Man and his team in the back of the Smart car and now she is wearing a sock monkey. Snorticles.
I know I’ll probably pay the time for posting this of mom but hey – it’s all in good fun and a couple of chuckles, right? Remember that mom when you read this 🙂
And I know you are just wondering if there is a hidey flap in the back of the onsie. You were, wasn’t you? Snorts – there is.
It’s really not what you think. Honestly. I was just surfing the net and this came up. I really wasn’t looking for this kind of well activity. Honestly. Signed Captured
Dear Captured,
Let me get this straight. Your um doggy activity just ‘happened’ to show up on your laptop… and the headphones just ‘happened’ to be on as well. Okay my friend. Whatever gets you through the night – snorts.
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Dear Bacon,
The humans, they insist on me wearing jammies to bed. What we do for our humans, right? Signed Pampered
Dear Pampered,
Enjoy it my friend. If it makes the humans happy, then we are in a good spot. Not a lot of others have the life that we have. We should live it up and take advantage of all the love the humans want to throw at us. Enjoy it!
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Dear Bacon,
Nobody knows the stumbles I’ve made in life. I’ve got it bad. Some days I just don’t know about my life. I tend to ‘hit’ the can too much these days and pass out while drinking. I think I have a problem. Can you help? Signed Squirrel Anonymous
Dear Squirrel Anonymous,
Admission is the first step my friend. And you do realize that you have a lot of friends to help you through these tough times. Life has to much to offer and you have too much to live for than to hit the can and sleep through it. I’m sending you Journalist Rocky the Squirrel’s number. Call him. He will help you out.
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Dear Bacon,
You know us pit bulls get a bad rap. They tend to categorize us all in one place saying we are mean spirited. That’s like saying all mice are icky. Would your mother think that about Mickey Mouse? People shouldn’t judge all of us because of a couple of bad instances. Don’t you think? Signed LoveBug
Dear LoveBug,
You said it exactly my friend! How could anyone think that you were a ‘killer’ by that picture all snuggled up in your bed with your security penguin? Such wise wisdom that we should share with everyone in the world. No judgements – just love!
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Dear Bacon,
See, Bashful is not the only one that can pick up chicks. I do too – purr. This is my friend Gloria. I give her rides everywhere we go. Isn’t she pretty? Signed Felix
Dear Felix,
You *are* the purr thing my friend. That is awesome that you pick up ‘chicks’ and give them rides. I bet you are very popular on the farm. Have a fantastic time with your friends.
**Remember friends – send your pictures and questions to me at baconthompson@gmail.com
Last night I couldn’t sleep. While the humans were sleeping, I was surfing the net on my laptop in my bedroom. SSHHH – Don’t tell mom. Mom’s birthday is in July and I’ve been trying to come up with something unique, something different, something that she doesn’t already have but will think of me when she uses it. I found the perfect thing – see picture 🙂 I was very proud of myself for finding it.
I personally think mom would be the BOMB wearing this around the house, shoes optional. I kind of favor the black one with the pink belly… I’m not sure why. They look kind of comfy too.
So what do you think? Are you with me on this campaign? PLEASE vote and let me know what to do and send comments. I will gather them all and give them to daddy to see what is decided. Hogs and Kisses my friends – Bacon
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.
Dear Bacon – Can you believe my humans have the audacity to blame ‘me’ – innocent cute little ‘me’ – as stealing one of their valuable orange crunchy things they snack on while watching television? Me. There is no way they can pin this crime on me. There is no proof! Signed Cheeto
Dear Bacon – Here is my brother. He is so weird. I was looking down at the dog just minding my own business. That’s when Patches (my bro) jumped up and pulled my head up. What was so important that he wanted me to see you ask? The humans were cooking breakfast. Something smelled so delightful. They call it bacon. I’m just wondering. Do you know what this glorious smell is? Signed Matches
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