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Help Wanted – Are You Game?
Oh my friends. Sometimes I’m just simply AMAZED at some of the things I find in newspapers and online on my laptop computer. After reading some articles, some of the things I mutter are: WOW, Really? You’ve got to be kidding? Can anyone be that touched? You think I’m kidding don’t you? Okay – read this article here that I found and see what you think then my friends. Don’t say I didn’t tell you – snorts.
Dear Bacon
Dear Bacon – Oh dude! What a game that Super Bowl was over the weekend. OMD! I dressed up in a disguise – you know like from the Super Bowl commercial – and was able to get a ticket to see football up front and personal. Cats against horses – you know those Broncos were going to win – Go Peyton Manning! What did you think of the game bro? Signed Mr. Waddles
Dear Mr. Waddles – Love your disguise. I can see how you got in to see the game in person. And what a game it was! I was sitting on the edge of my chaise the entire night rooting for the Broncos. I’m not sure who was happier – me or dad when they won! Heck, I jumped on the internet and went ahead and bought dad a Super Bowl 50 Bronco hat – of course with his credit card – snorts with piggy laughter.
Dear Bacon – Dude, you have never experienced life until you stretch out in a hammock and just relax the day away. In fact, I think your humans should buy you a piggy hammock. I bet you would enjoy it. Signed Swinger
Dear Swinger – WOW – you do look really comfy there my friend. I’m thinking that this Spring/Summer here at the Hotel Thompson, mom/dad might just need to get me a hammock for my magical backyard. They can put it on the back deck so I can over look new discoveries. Thanks for the heads up my friend. Keep on swinging!
Dear Bacon – I think I partied way too much during the Super Bowl game. I remember eating some snacks. I remember chugging some beer after playing beer pong. That’s it. Afterwards, the next morning I woke up with a cold one still in my paws. Shaking my doggy head – I gotta quit partying like this. Signed Born to be Wild
Dear Born to be Wild – Dude, when you stop remembering your actions from the night before, it’s way past time to stop drinking. Just be lucky you didn’t wake up with someone else in your bed. Oh my – can you imagine that? Shaking my piggy head. Safety first my friend. You might need to reach out to DAA (Doggy Alcoholics Anonymous). I’m sure they can help you.
Dear Bacon – OMD OMD OMD. Sometimes this little red light laser thingy gets the cats going on here at my crib. But tonight, that crazy red light kept popping up on the ceiling in my kitchen. I couldn’t have that unidentified red light breaching my food. So I did what any dog would do, I jumped up at it to catch and destroy the red light. I must have caught it because it went away. Have you ever seen this red light? Signed White Dogs Can Jump
Dear White Dogs Can Jump – Look at you my friend! I’d say you took care of that red dot. I’ve seen it before too here at the Hotel Thompson. It’s very mysterious when it shows up and then disappears for what seems like weeks. Do you think it’s an alien trying to impersonate us anipals? It’s so weird!
Dear Bacon – A gal can only take so much from her man. Mr. Endless Nagging kept going on and on about such nonsense – I couldn’t take it anymore and lost myself in the moment. I don’t think he will bother me for a while – do you? Signed That’ll Teach You
Dear That’ll Teach You – Heck woman – it taught me not to nag you – snorts with piggy laughter. Whatever happened to if you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all? Cause, trust me your man needs to learn that little tidbit of information. And hey – you got a great right by the looks of it.
REMEMBER MY FRIENDS – Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU. Remember to send me your letters and pictures to my email.
Blue Strawberry – OMP!
OMP! There I was this weekend, working on my laptop minding my own business since mom/dad deserted me and took Bashful on an adventure. That’s when I found this little bit of information on-line. I almost lost my piggy mind! We all know how much I love my strawberries around here at the Hotel Thompson. Heck, the more the merrier. But now Japan has done and did it. They have genetically mutated a BLUE strawberry. Squeals! Now, one part of me thinks how exciting and I would love to try one. While the other part of me, all I can think about is Violet from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory – snorts with piggy laughter. What do you think?
Deep Thought Thursday
Here you go my friends. Deep Thought Thursday. Which pill would you take?
The red pill gives you the ability to be fluent in every spoken language possible.
The blue pill gives you the ability to master every musical instrument in the world.
What choice would you make and why? This really is a hard choice. To be able to talk to everyone in the world in their language or play all musical instruments which in itself is a form of communication?
I’ve pondered this for a couple of days. My choice – I believe it would be the blue pill – to be able to play every musical instrument. Can you imagine the music you could make? The people you could touch – the intensity of the feel of music through your body? The hours of entertainment – the variety of the instruments you could play?
You?
Tuckered Out
This is me from last night here at the Hotel Thompson. I’m all tuckered out. Why do you ask? I’ll tell you why on this fine day my friends. I’m glad you asked – snorts. See in the picture that thing I’m lying on? Well that is my king sized Egyptian cotton sheet. You know the one that I ‘stole’ from mom. That sheet is awesome. It’s like my security blankie. I do everything with that sheet. I drag it all over the Hotel Thompson, I play with it and I sleep with it. When daddy washes it, I go back/forth from the living room to the laundry room waiting for it to come out of the dryer all nice, clean and smelly. That’s how much I love that blankie.
Last night after dinner, I pulled that sheet to the living room and spread it out on the floor. It had to be just right. You see it’s get a slick silky feel to it. It’s great for sliding – snorts. I then went to my room and ran around, down the hall and into the front room jumping on my sheet and sliding. I did this several times until I slid into the entertainment center – snorts. Then mommy said that was enough.
Then I did what I do second best. See my Olivia ball in the picture? The one that says “Pretty in Red”. I tried to play ‘soccer’ pushing it around with my snout and kicking it. That was fun too until it went airborne and knocked over dad’s empty glass – Snorts. See, he’s holding me back in my profession soccer ball career.
So after all this play, I was just tuckered out. What’s a pig to do but fall where he is and sleep forty winks. You ever get this tuckered my friends?
Anyone Want to Play Ball?
Yep, you can tell Spring is out and about. I started playing with my ball at the Hotel Thompson last night. I was pushing it around with my snout. Mom and Hemi playing with me for the longest time. Mom would roll it down the hall. I would go get it and push it back to the living room with my snout. Then Hemi got into the action. He would run through the house and kind of jump kicking it down the hall. I again would push it back with my snout.
I tried to get Bashful to play with me but he said he was tired from his travels still. He mentioned something about jet lag so I didn’t want to push him. I let him stay in the bedroom and put on a show for him. He went through all of my DVD’s and has fallen in love with a show called Fraggle Rock.
He says the show humors him and makes him smile. He loves the characters in it – Gobo, Red, Mokey, Wembley and Boober. Although he says the Gorgs – Pa, Ma and Junior – scare him just a tad bit. I actually found him hiding under a blanket the first time he saw them. Poor Bashful.
So, anyone up for a little bit of ball with me?
And yes, I know you are going to ask about the ball. Yes, it is Olivia the Pig. She is sassy. It is a girl. Yes she has cooties. It was the only ball they had when daddy went to the store. I don’t mind kicking her around – snort.
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