All important announcement – today is National Inane Answering Machine Day and is always on January 30th. It is actually a copyrighted holiday? Negative that is not a typing error, it is “Inane”. You don’t even know what that means do you? Go ahead and admit it, Bacon’s mother had to look it up too. Poor kid needs to advance her vocabulary besides talking gibberish to that oinker all day. I went ahead and copied this from the dictionary for you. You’re welcome!
“inane”, Pronunciation: \i-ˈnān\
Function: adjective
Inflected Form(s): inan·er; inan·est
Etymology: Latin inanis
Date: 1662
1 : empty, insubstantial
2 : lacking significance, meaning, or point : silly
synonyms see insipid
— inane·ly adverb
— inane·ness \-ˈnān-nəs\ noun
With that being said and us knowing what ‘inane’ means now, let’s continue on this grand holiday of “National Inane Answering Message Day”. First lets clarify the meaning of an “inane” answering machine messages. We all get them and they drive us crazy which for some cases is a short trip – HA! An inane message is a senseless or meaningless message, or a prank call. Or, it could be an insane message.
So, National Inane Answering Message Day is a day to end those numerous, annoying insane answering machine messages. We all *know* that’s not going to be accomplished in one day but we can try, can’t we? So for today, no prank calls! Chatters and laughs.
OMP (oh my pig!) Can you believe that it’s been FOUR years since Bashful came to live with me here at the Hotel Thompson? This is him all snuggled in transport the first time that I saw him – aaww. Wasn’t he all cute and innocent in his straw bed?
And to think of all of the places he has been in the world? He’s going to need extra pages in his passport book soon ❤
So, today, let’s all wish our little international rolling stone a huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Oh friends – have you been wondering what my little Bashful has been doing in New Orleans? Well you gotta check it out – he’s been rolling around having a blast! XOXO – Bacon
It’s been a while since I’ve given you an update on Bashful’s New Orleans adventures. Every time I turn around, that little fella is hopping into my human mommy’s purse and they’re headed out the door. I finally got those two to sit down long enough to tell me where they’ve been and to share a few photos. Wow. They’ve been busy. A couple of weekends ago, Bashful joined both of my humans at Armstrong Park for the Treme Creole Gumbo Festival–New Orleans’ Premier Brass Band Showcase, which is presented by the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Foundation. In New Orleans, we love a festival. There’s at least one every month–sometimes one each weekend of the month–and they usually revolve around tasty food and great music.
This festival features gumbo of every sort you can imagine: creole gumbo, seafood gumbo, chicken and sausage gumbo, even vegan gumbo and…
Let’s talk food my friends – barks! Who doesn’t like food, right? Well last week mom started something new here at the Hotel Thompson. Something amazing that all of us anipals and daddy including are enjoying. What you ask? She is cooking more! Can you do a little happy dance?
One night this week, mom fixed homemade Chinese food – it included stir fry rice, noodles, snow peas, carrots and little pieces of steak. Can you say delicious? And of course this little puppy wanted a taste – who wouldn’t?
So I begged asked mom for a taste. After pitiful staring she enjoyed some, she shared with me. And of course not just by putting some in a bowl. No, of course not. She fed me with chopsticks. Daddy said I was spoiled like that. All I know is that mom clicked those magical sticks and I opened my mouth in anticipation of what was to come. And wonderful food it was!
So my friends. Have you had Chinese food? Barks with puppy laughter. Have an awesome week dear friends!
Hello dear friends – Barks! How has your week been? Mine well what can I say – life as a spoiled pooch is always fabulous. I want to talk about puppy caves this week. You know what they are, right? It’s kind of like a man cave but for me a mere puppy ready to take over the world. And where is my perfect cave? Under mom’s chaise of course. It’s the perfect place! You see, it’s by the wall, I have brought my puppy necessities under it – you know like my special pillow, my blanket and my favorite toys. And let’s not forget about the things that I find around the house that catch my eye – they have to come up under here too. There’s one way under and one way out. And you don’t see the sign that says, “NO CATS”. If mom can’t find me and I’m not following her around, she knows where I’ll be – in my puppy cave. Dad’s kind of jealous because I think he wants one too. But I found this cave first so it’s all mine. Do you have a cave my friends or a special hiding place?
And of course, I leave you with Jokes with Daddy. Enjoy sweet ones!
Yawns – hello my sweet dear friends. I hope that you have had a wonderful week. Just think – we are almost at the weekend! Hallelujah!
You know I want to talk about being a little guy. You know sometimes we have it hard. We have to walk twice as much because well you know for obvious reasons we have a shorter stride with our short legs. And we have to jump twice as high because well you know our limitations in our short stature. You see, that’s why I’m dog tired and passed out in this picture that Bacon took. My work is hard here at the Hotel Thompson.
I kind of compare myself to Kevin Hart. You know the comedian. He’s like what 4’9″ so he can relate to me and my limitations.
Speaking of Kevin Hart – barks with laughter don’t you love how I got here? – mom/dad went and saw a fabulous movie last weekend for mom’s birthday. It had Kevin Hart and Dwayne Johnson. You do know who Dwayne Johnson is, right? Think the Rock – hubba hubba. That’s mom’s words not mine – barks! The movie was called Central Intelligence. Mom/dad said they laughed so hard and it was an awesome movie. So if you need a good laugh, go catch a cheap matinee.
Now without further ado, I leave you with Jokes with Daddy. Have an awesome weekend my friends!
Oh, this is going to be good my friends. I saw this on Facebook a couple of weeks ago and couldn’t resist in sharing with all of my blogville friends. Snorts – let the party begin – what is *your* band name?
Mine – of course I don’t wear underwear but my body is black. The last thing I ate was Cheerios. So my band name is The Black Cheerios. Sounds kind of goth huh?
Houdini – no underwear but he’s gray. He had duck. The Gray Ducks. Classical?
Mouse Girl – she’s black/white. She had Iams. Black and White Iams? Shaking my head.
Hemi – He’s Orange and he ate some of dad’s chips a while ago. The Orange Chips.
Now here come the good ones – mom and dad – snorts with piggy laughter. I can’t resist including them.
Dad ate some chips – Sour Cream and Onion to be exact and his undies are gray… I know because I watched him put them on – snorts. The Gray Chips (sounds old huh?) or The Gray Sour Cream and Onion
Mom ate a biscuit and I saw those fluorescent green undies this morning – hubba-hubba. Her band name –
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.
Guess what friends? Bashful is off on another journey. We heard this weekend that he has arrived at his host family’s home.
Hello dear friends – Barks! How has your week been? Mine well what can I say – life as a spoiled pooch is always fabulous. I want to talk about puppy caves this week. You know what they are, right? It’s kind of like a man cave but for me a mere puppy ready to take over the world. And where is my perfect cave? Under mom’s chaise of course. It’s the perfect place! You see, it’s by the wall, I have brought my puppy necessities under it – you know like my special pillow, my blanket and my favorite toys. And let’s not forget about the things that I find around the house that catch my eye – they have to come up under here too. There’s one way under and one way out. And you don’t see the sign that says, “NO CATS”. If mom can’t find me and I’m not following her around, she knows where I’ll be – in my puppy cave. Dad’s kind of jealous because I think he wants one too. But I found this cave first so it’s all mine. Do you have a cave my friends or a special hiding place?
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