We Got Mail!?

What?!  The postman came to our crib here at the Hotel Thompson.  We are *ALL* excited and jumping for joy.  The adventures will be out of this world!

Even the post man was excited.  The package was bigger than a shoe box – big enough that he couldn’t leave it in the mailbox – he had to actually bring it to the door.

What was it?  Oh do tell huh?  Well…. this pigs mouth is shut.  Why do I do this?  Evil snorts – because you’ll have to come back to my blog tomorrow to find out what it was. Maybe I’ll post a picture of it and everyone will be surprised and shocked as to what it is…. maybe 🙂

See you tomorrow my friends.

 

The Great Post Office Drama

    Oh friends.  I’m not sure if your post office is like our post office but you gotta enjoy a great hide and seek game.  Oh wait a minute, you don’t know the whole story of The Great Post Office Drama – snorts.  Pull up a chair, get you a drink and some popcorn.  This is the mystery.

Okay here it goes.  Last Friday, there was a knock on the front door of the Hotel Thompson.  Before dad could answer it – which trust me was only moments – the mail person jumped in their truck and went on down the street.  What?  Was that a run by post office… a run by knocking… a test to see if anyone was home?  Was there a video camera somewhere with people going to jump out to say “Gotcha”?  I mean it was that quick.  Later on when mom came home, she found a piece of paper in the mailbox saying they tried to deliver a package.  Yeah, okay.  On the notice, it said who it was from so mom told me and I got so excited I squealed.  The notice said you could come the next morning, Saturday, to the post office and pick it up.

So all night long, I waited.  I tossed and turned.  All in anticipation of what the package contained.  Saturday morning, I got mom up early and her/dad went to the post office.  Now, our post office for our neighborhood is like 10 miles away which is really odd because we have a post office like 3 miles away.  But that is post office guidelines for you.   Mom/dad get to the post office and guess what.  It’s closed.  Locked down.  No one home.  Nada.  What the heck?  Mom looks at her notice again.  Yep, she’s at the right place.  How’s that for service, huh?

So mom/dad go back home.  Later on in the day, mom just happens to see the postman or should I call her postwoman.  She runs out to meet her waving the slip of paper in her hand.  Mom in so many nice words tells her about how it was ‘attempted to be delivered’ and fusses.  Of course the carrier apologizes and doesn’t have the package today.  Mom then tells her she even went to the post office on the slip she left and guess what – they were closed!  The carrier took the slip and said she would have the substitute deliver it Monday.  Great.  My package will have to wait until Monday.  Drats.  Stomps hooves.  Has a hissy fit.  I don’t wanna wait.  I want it NOW.

So here we are – Post Office 2 and Me -0-.  Monday comes around finally and mom just happens to get off early due to a meeting.  She gets home just in time for the mailman thinking she will have my package.  Guess what – no package.  He knows nothing about it.  This pig can only take so much my friends.  I beg mommy – please go find my package.  We all know it’s out there somewhere…. probably in package purgatory begging to come home to me.  I can almost hear it now – “Find me Bacon”.

So mom/dad jump in the Jeep and go to our post office.  All the way daddy is telling mommy that package is gone like the wind never to be seen again in these parts of the South.  But mom, she has the patience of a saint.  She goes into the post office and explains the dilemma.  What do they say?  “You are at the wrong post office.  You have to go to this post office”.  Which might I add is a bit further.  When mom says the paper said this one.  Are you ready for it….. the post person laughed and said, “Oh, those are old papers.  We changed a while back.”

So mom goes out to the Jeep and hears daddy say it again, “Bye-Bye package”.  Of course by this time mom is determined she will track my package down.  She goes to the second post office and of course, they can’t find it either.  What is this, the great treasure hunt of the south?  She asks for a supervisor, explains the situation and do you know what they told mommy?  When mommy told them about ringing the door bell and then promptly leaving, they said that the carrier will only wait a second or two.  WTH?  This almost made mom lose her mommy mind.  That’s hardly enough time to get off of the sofa.  Then the supervisor went on their great hunt and find mission.  And guess what?  They couldn’t find it either!  Talk about your customer service and don’t get mom started on the attitude everyone was having with their attitudes like mom was just plain crazy.

Now mom is getting a little upset and puts on a thick southern charm.  She asks to speak to the head person in charge.  He comes to the desk and she explains the entire situation again of course this times she is keeping her calm but oozing her forceful southern stand.  They then go on a hunt and find mission.  And guess what?  They come back with the package!  It was on the supervisors desk of all places.  OMP – happy dance – happy dance.  Mom takes the package, squeals in the post office, says thank you and goes out to the Jeep… just waiting for dad’s response.  He’s in shock.

They come home and give me the package!  Now you are probably asking, “Bacon, who is the package from?!”  I’m glad you asked my friends.  It was from my brother Easy across the pond.  What a brother and pal he is.  He sent me this package for my birthday.  And let me tell you something.  Easy you are the best!  We loved it!  My mom/dad laughed so hard when they opened the package.  We loved everything.  Thanks brother!!

Look at these goodies – squeals with piggy delight.  Now the pink pig is a bank.  That way I can save some of my allowance for my future trips here/there in the world.  I even let mommy put STAR (that’s his name) on the new book shelf in the living room.  That way we can make sure he doesn’t wonder off and get hurt.

And then there is Pee and Pool.  Oh.my.piggy.heavens.  Can you belief that?  I ❤ them!  We have all laughed and laughed over them.  Pee and Poo.  You want to take a better look don’t you?  Are they not the funniest duo you have seen in sometime?  You just gotta love them.  Heck mommy even picked them up and hugged them – now *that* was funny!  Oh brother – thank you so very much for thinking of me.  I love everything!!  ❤ Bacon

 

 

Dear Bacon – Sleeping Edition

 NOTE:  Due to Bacon’s Show and Tell coming out tomorrow (3/31/2015), I am featuring my weekly Tuesday edition of Dear Bacon issue today.  I hope you enjoy my friends!

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Dear Bacon –  When you are tired, you are tired.  What can I say?  I’ve watched the humans here at my paradise.  When they come home from work, they lay down on the couch and put their legs up.  I thought I would give it a whirl.  I gotta say, it’s awesome.  So relaxing and peaceful.  Have you ever tried this?  Signed Forty Winks

Dear Forty Winks –  You know you look so peaceful there my friend.  I’m going to have bounce the purr things off of the couch here, climb up and stretch on the big boy couch to see what it feels like.  I have gotten on mom’s love seat with her but somehow your position looks so appealing.  Thanks for the tidbit of information.  I’m off to see if purr things can fly now.  Snorts

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Dear Bacon – The mailman was being so rude when he snapped this picture.  Yes I was taking a power nap.  But let me set the record straight right now.  If he had opened the gate or stepped one toe into my space, I would have been on him like a casing on a sausage.  I’m just sayin’ – no joking around.  I protects what is mind.  Signed Power Pup

Dear Power Pup – You know my friend I believe you.  How dare that mailman take this photograph of you and send it to your humans.  I just know you will get even for that little mis-step… right?  I’m sure a great sneak attack barking ferociously will set that guy in his place… in more ways than one.  Keep me posted.

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Dear Bacon – My human said I was quote, “Flying off of the rafters” and advised me to take a nap.  Yes that is right.  She sent me to her room while she had company.  Hhmmphh – I was sore for a few minutes.  That is until I pounced on top of the big bed and got comfy on her pillow.  These humans have the life!  What luxury they sleep in – and they expect us to sleep on the floor.  I don’t think so.  This pillow is now marked MINE… all MINE.  Signed Spoiled Puss

Dear Spoiled Puss –  Hey, I’m with you my friend.  The humans do sleep in luxury.  I agree 100%.  That’s why every time I get a chance, I’m so on mom/dad’s Select Comfort bed right in the middle with *my* pillow.  And yep, I would be a 65 on the Sleep Number bed – snorts.  Happy Dreams.

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Dear Bacon – Our human went to sleep while we were out playing.  We heard them snoring. Dude, they can make the racket louder than any of us, right?  Well, me and my twin thought we would just stare at them until it woke them up.  Have you ever done this?  It’s a fun game.  The woke with a start.  I think we have powers… secret powers.  Signed Pig Powers

Dear Pig Powers – One pig to you two, I *know* we have super powers.  The humans just don’t realize it but they will soon when we take over the world!  Snorts – Pig Power

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Dear Bacon – Oh dude.  I went out last night with the boys and things got a little wild.  Okay maybe a LOT wild. I woke up like this on a picnic table in a yard I don’t know with none of my friends.  I don’t even know what we did.  Shakes head – what a night!  Signed Cat Calling

Dear Cat Calling – Oh my friend, you need to slow down and rethink your life.  You don’t even know what you did, where you ended up at and no friends to help you in case something happened while you were sleeping.  You might want to rethink that party life and focus on the future.  Your college cat calling nights on the fence might be over.  Take care of you okay!

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Dear Bacon

Dear Bacon – The humans went to bed without letting me in.  What’s a kitty to do?  I “hung out” all night thinking that someone in this place might come to the door.  I mean scratching on the window panes with these nails didn’t give them a hint that I was at the door – or the howling I was doing.  Dude – these humans are hard at taking a hint.  Signed Avon Calling

Dear Avon Calling – Dude, let me give you a couple of hints.  First up – if my humans heard nails on a window pane or howls that I know you purr things can make that sound like babies or such, they would be UNDER the bed hiding from the ghosts and ghouls.  Second up – If it’s like my abode, there is a curfew and the humans mean business with their curfew times.  Next time, be on time so you can get inside of the house.  Oh and you might want to go check on your humans.  I think I can hear their teeth chattering all the way here at the Hotel Thompson.

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 Dear Bacon – Doctors tell the humans that one glass of red wine is good for their health.  I think this can qualify for us anipals right?  And hey, one glass so I got the biggest glass possible.  Cheers my friend.  Signed Winey

Dear Winey – For some reason, I don’t think red wine has the same benefits to us that it does the humans.  Then again I may be wrong.  Can you pass me the bottle to fill up my glass.  Bottles Up.  I’m so grapeful!  Snorts.

 

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 Dear Bacon – My neighbors are characters… well at least that’s what my parents say.  You see there is a hole in the fence between our two houses.  My favorite thing to do is to stick my head in the fence to see what is going in their yard.  Sometimes it’s better than what’s going on in mine.  But for some reason, the past couple of times I’ve stuck my head in the hole, the neighbors snort and roll with laughter.  I don’t get it.  Do you?  Signed Moose

Dear Moose – Oh My Pig!  That is priceless my friend – I mean PRICELESS!  I think your neighbors have the bestest sense of humor.  It reminds me of my dad’s sense of humor here and the picture looks like something my dad would do.  Snorts.

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 Dear Bacon – You know what they say about it’s take a village?  Well, here is the proof.  We’ve watched the humans go to this magical box in the kitchen.  They push this button and water magically appears.  We were shocked and amazed to say the least.  Me and Fido got together and came up with a plan.  He would lend me his back and I would investigate cause you know us purr things are better with our hands 🙂 So, I did and guess what.  Water magically does appear when you push the button – awesome!  Of course it was kind of hard to explain the puddle on the floor near the box.  I just blamed it on Fido.  Hey – it’s what us kitties do, right?  Signed Cleo

Dear Cleo – Snorts!  That is totally awesome!  I don’t see one of those magical water thingies on our box here at the Hotel Thompson.  I think you have hit the mother load of an endless fountain.  And hey, Fido probably had it coming, right?  Snorts.

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Dear Bacon – I’ve heard you talk about Mouse Girl at your Hotel Thompson.  I think she is absolutely beautiful, stunning so glorious and her eyes just capture my heart.  I wanted to meet her so I was going to mail myself to her.  It didn’t work so well though.  When the postman opened the mailbox, he jumped pretty high for an old guy.  I was kind of amazed.  Who knew that he was afraid of cats?  Signed Leo

Dear Leo – Oh goodness.  I just don’t know what to say.  Postman can jump huh?  Maybe we should make a movie out of that.  I think it could be something that the anipal world would love to see.  Purr things make them jump and then barky things can chase them.  It would be a great adventure!

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