Sometimes I’ll admit it – my mom/dad scare me. No, not the BOO kind of scare. The kind of scare when I go looking for mom’s pictures on her iPhone kind of scare. Take in point the picture below. Mom/dad what the heck were you thinking? See, this is the kind of trouble that happens when mom/dad go out unchaperoned. They don’t need to look for trouble – trouble finds THEM.
Rub Some Butt, Three Little Piggies BBQ Rub, Bone Suckin’ Sauce and Sweet Rub of Mine – really? Do I need to even ask where this ‘stuff’ needs to go? Dad don’t even think about coming my way with any of these bottles in your hand. I may need to ask for an intervention here at the Hotel Thompson. Daddy was too quick to let me know that some of these traveled to our house here. I haven’t seen them and Lord knows I don’t wanna.
Help me? Snorts and Oinks …. while I still can.
NOTE: I know I’m safe my friends. No worries here at the Hotel Thompson. Mommy wouldn’t let anything happen to me for anything in the world. No need to call PETA… yet 🙂