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I think Piglet says it the best when he made this comment above, “Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.” Mommy is always telling me that I’m her little Piglet, that I have filled her heart with so much love. It’s hard to believe that I’m only 15 months – mom says that it feels like I’ve been in her life forever and that she can’t remember life without me. That’s kind of a nice thought isn’t it?
I made it to the new year!! Happy 2013 – I hope you had a wonderful night last night ending 2012. Did you do anything exciting and fun?
I did stay up. I was so happy with myself. Mom fixed cheese crackers and sparkly things to drink. She let me try some of the non alcoholic sparkly stuff. It had bubbles and they felt funny against my nose. It was okay but I prefer my water. Now the cheese crackers on the other hand are a different story. I love cheese crackers. Mom fed them to me putting them into my little mouth. They were delicious! She said the cheese was called pimento cheese. The best stuff! Have you tried this deliciousness?
Mom told me I had to take a short nap while her and dad finished up their snacks and bubbly. Afterwards they came and got me to watch the show. They opened the front door and left the storm door shut that you can see through. Mom told me to sit there and wait for it, to keep looking up at the sky.
For a while, I thought I was searching for stars or aliens. Nothing happened. I kept looking at her and she kept telling me to wait for it and be patient. I’m not so good with being patient – snort.
Then all of a sudden, I saw it. I was in awe. I couldn’t move anything but my little head watching everything. The sky lit up in beautiful colors. Not just a little dot here or there but the colors spread out in a beautiful display so pretty like a water fall.
And the noise was so loud! I would have been jumpy but mom was right behind me holding me going oohh and aaww as well. Even she was sitting there in amazement. It was such a wonderful sight to view and mom was right. I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it for myself.
Afterwards, mom tucked me in for the night. I dreamed of Disney and fireworks. Just like the picture below. Did you see any beautiful colors in the sky?
I read this beautiful saying and looked at the picture and my little heart glowed. I know I talk about my brother, the purr thing Hemi, a lot. How he thinks he is in charge. How you have to bow down to Master Hemi or suffer the great wrath of him. How he slaps me on the butt with his huge hands. Well, you get the picture.
But on the toss side, I do have a heart. I do, at times, show a little love towards the purr things besides trying to eat them – I’m joking. They don’t taste anything like chicken at all 🙂 but they say I taste like ham – weird huh?
But over the long holiday weekend, I was actually feeling a lot of different feelings in my heart. I think I have finally found a peaceful in between in the household with the purr things. Me and Hemi have bonded… bonded to an unbelievable point in our lives. I could continue to explain it but I think it’s best to show you our new found bond. Well, I hope you are ready for this. I know it took mom back too. Okay, steady yourself… here it comes.
I know. I was as shocked as you were in seeing this. Mom said that he crawled right up on top of me which is highly unusual, snuggled down and started purring. I was so warm with his little body on top of me. Mom said that we slept like this for over an hour. She sat right beside us and watched us while she was watching television and doing stuff on her iPad.
So this proves without a shadow of a doubt that I do love my purr things. I grew up with them and they are my family. When mom adopted me at 3 weeks, she started mixing us together so we would get used to each other.
Sometimes the purr things sneak into my room and we all get in bed together to watch my television shows. I know – unbelievable isn’t it?
Mom says that this second picture of me and Hemi, it actually looks like Hemi is hugging me. I knew that little butt kicker loved me. I don’t care what he says. In fact, I think he likes my bankie as much as I do. I’ll share it with him… for a while 🙂
Everyone have a wonderful Thursday. Mom says that the end of the year is almost here. Not really sure what that means yet. I’m sure she will explain it more to me later.
XOXO – Bacon
WOW – that was a mouthful. Bet you don’t know what it is, do you? I didn’t either until a friend told me about it (thanks Dana) and I did a little research. I was simply amazed. So before you got trotting off and googling it, let me show you what it is first.
What does that look like to you? Helicocranchia pfefferi, the banded piglet squid, is a small squid of the genus Helicocranchia. They live near the surface of the oceans between 100 m and 200 m deep.
Doesn’t it look like it’s smiling in this picture… like everything is just wonderful under the sea? It is rarely photographed and this picture was captured on film at a rescue aquarium. Can you see the ‘pig’ shape? Round, sluggish looking with that adorable snout nose?
You learn new things every day. Consider this your new thing for today. There’s lots of creatures out there that look like us. You just have to find them!
WEEKEND!!Don’t forget to shake your ears and snout and have some fun!
Hogs and Kisses,
I’ve read your column recommending yoga and how everyone thinks its the best thing since sliced bread. I’m not a fan. I’m not sure what this position was suppose to be but it’s not natural. I guess it’s not meant for everyone. Signed Pretzel
Well, you do look like you’re a little tied up there. What’s it like to be able to kiss your own butt? Snort
You know what they say about it taking a village to raise a child? It takes a village to accomplish things sometimes around the house. We work together to get into things.. I mean to get water and ice. It’s not just for humans you know. Signed Barfield and Dodie
Dear Barfield and Dodie,
Way to go my little friend. For some reason, I don’t think my purr siblings will let me stand in their backs to get “ice and water”.
So I walked into a bar and ordered a beer. What’s wrong with that? I’m of age. Why not think its strange that the bartender served me? Why does it have to be me with a problem? Signed Cheers
I don’t see a problem with that. If you can (A) walk into a bar; (B) order your own beer; (C) sit at the bar and (D) drink it, I say you deserve it. I salute you!
I’m like you. I have a short leg challenge. There’s lots of things I can’t do either because of those challenged little legs. I found the perfect solution – stilts. They do take some getting used to but hey no more short legs. You gotta get a pair of these things and try them. Signed Vertically Challenged
Dear Vertically Challenged,
You do look a lot taller. Mine would have to be taller. You know, to make room for my garage of a belly. 🙂 snort They do look like fun. I’m wondering if I could get mom to make me some for fun? I’ll keep you posted.
Do you ever have one of those days that you don’t know if your coming/going? If you need to eat or go wizzy? I had a moment and of course my dad had to take a picture. Who knows where it will show up next on the Internet. Signed Two Birds With One Stone
Dear Two Birds With One Stone,
Hey little man, no worries. Sometimes life happens. You’re hungry and you have to go. I’ll tell you a little secret. At times when I go wizzy for mom on my piggy pad, she will feed me a carrot while I’m going. Hey, whatever you gotta do my friend for food, do it.
Once upon a time in a land far, far away, I used to fit in this crate. LOL snort. I know. Not anymore! I have gotten a little bigger. My other crate in my room is like 5 times bigger than this… Thank goodness!
I didn’t really do much today. I was still a little full from yesterday. Not too full that I skipped any meals, but full. 🙂
I wanted to be the first to tell you Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you have a wonderful day and get to spend it with your loved ones.
I was too young to enjoy the day last year. I’m looking forward to some wonderful food samplings from mom. I’m always up for trying new food. She says that I will get to try some turkey – yay me. I can’t wait!
Don’t forget to remember what you are thankful for. I am thankful for wonderful adopted parents who have spoiled me rotten. I’m thankful for a home inside with my own room. I’m even thankful for two purr things for my siblings. And most importantly, I’m thankful for all of my friends that I have made through my blog. Much love to you for keeping me inspired and creative.
I’ll be sure to keep you posted about my festivities.
Mom said something about having to tenderize the ham and then started scratching my hind legs. What does this mean?
She was home today from the worky place. She said she didn’t have to go back until Monday. Yay!! You know what that means? Mommy-piggy time! I’m on the sofa now watching television using moms iPhone. Gosh, this thing does everything!
Mom said that tomorrow is a holiday. Something about a turkey. She said I might get some. Can’t wait. Will report everything tomorrow!
You may not know this but pigs are very smart creatures. We learn very fast and will work at something until we have it down pact. Knowing this, mom and dad are always coming up with quick ways and ideas to curb my intelligence. They’re not holding me back. They just have to try to be two steps ahead of me to know how to curb what could be trouble in the long run.
Challenge of the Baby Gate –
Take for example the kitchen area. I learned real quick that this was the magical place that had all of the food… aaawww that wonderful food. So, mom and dad were two steps ahead of me and put up a huge metal baby gate. Perfect plan right? Wrong – LOL. I learned real quick that by using my snout I could touch the bottom mechanism that holds the gate shut and pop it open. There you go – I’m in the kitchen.
Two steps ahead of me, mom and dad started using a bungee cord as well to bind the gate door when I was out. I learned real quick – snort snicker – that worked for a while. Then I learned real quick that with enough thrust from my stout little body, I could just knock that big ole metal baby gate right down on the floor. Then I could walk over it, stomp it a little, and there you – I’m in the kitchen.
Two steps ahead of me, dad put the metal baby gate back up and enforced it with nails on both sides. I haven’t learned yet how to overcome that obstacle, don’t think I haven’t tried, but I will.
Bed time at Hotel Thompson
First of all – let’s talk about this picture and the onsey the adorable piggy is wearing. Mom wants to get me one. Yay or Nay??
Okay now back to our conversation – The great thing about Hotel Thompson is that for the most part we are on a tight schedule. Things don’t usually stray from that schedule. When it does, it upsets my internal time clock. And trust me, my internal time clock can be a frightening and powerful thing 🙂 When mom is at work, dad will ask me to do things and I may take my time doing them but I will… eventually. When mom is home, it’s all about my mommy. Dad will ask me to do something and I will look at him like I’m thinking about it. Mom tells me to do something, I’m there. She doesn’t play games.
Our nightly routine is pretty good now. After mom and dad eat their human chow, I come back out of my room where I’ve been meditating. Mom gives me little treats while she does the dishes in the kitchen. Afterwards, I get my main treat in the front room. Mom locks the baby gate and sits on our sofa. Sometimes, me and mom will run up and down the hallways to my room and the frontroom playing chase. This is so much fun. I run barking and snorting, mom just snorts and laughs. Afterwards, we fall on the sofa together and snuggle. We usually watch television together for a while. Mom will rub my back and I will fall off to sleep snoring.
See, this is where the training part comes in big time. Mom *thinks* she has trained me but I being the brilliant piglet that I am trained her. She just doesn’t know it. When it’s bedtime, she will tell me to go potty and get in bed. And, I will. Because *I* know that if I do, she will give me a treat. See, that’s brilliant thinking there. I’ve got her trained to give me treats for doing things that I would normally do anyway because I like a schedule. After she gives me a treat and tucks me into bed, she tells me a little story, reads to me or we watch a quick cartoon in my room. She then gives me another treat for being good and to go to bed. I have that woman trained in my evil ways – snort snicker.
And you know what the kicker is? If I make a certain sound after I’m tucked in for the night, she will come and check on me! It’s like I have a mental connection with mom. On nights like this, she’ll hold me for a while and rock me to sleep. I absolutely love it when she does this! It brings me back to my baby days when she held me in my nursery.
So, the bottom line is who is more trained – me or mom. That’s like saying what came first – the egg or the chicken. Makes you wonder hhhmmm.