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Paw Time with Houdini

   Barks my friends!  What a busy past couple of weeks we have had here at the Hotel Thompson.  So much going on with mommy.  She is really trying to feel better these days and has been to the doctor a couple of times.  It has a lot to do with the weather changing and getting a little bit cooler.  It’s really messing with Mr. Arthritis.  He seems like such a mean person.  I wish I could meet him.  I would bite his ankles for what he does to mom and dad at times.

I gotta tell you a story about someone I did meet this weekend here at the Hotel Thompson – right in my living room too.  There I was playing around in front of the fireplace.  That’s when i saw this other pooch staring at me.  Do you see him in the pictures below?  What the barks was he doing in *my* front room and how did he get in.  I stopped what I was doing, stared him down and barked like crazy at him.  But oh no, he kept hiding in the fireplace – what a wuss!

I sat there and waiting patiently – of course throwing in some growls and barks.  Then mom saw me and asked me what was going on.  Then she told me something amazing.  She said it was me in what she called a reflection in the glass.  OMD!!  No wonder that dog looked so handsome – it was me!  Barks – Barks – Barks

 

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Well that’s all for me my friends – yawns – I hope you had a wonderful week as well.  Happy weekend!

 

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What is Going on?

Help my friends.  I think there is something serious going on here at the Hotel Thompson.  Mom/dad have been in their whispering spelling out words mode lately.  That’s not good.  That’s my first sign that something is going on that shouldn’t be.  

I’ll be the first one to tell you I’m sweating it here.  I came into the kitchen last night and mom told dad sshh.  They had some kind of brochure on the kitchen island.  I could see the paper but I couldn’t see what it was.  I know it had to be something important though.  What could it be?  What are mom/dad up to?  Do you have any ideas my friends?

It has to be about me.  Why else would they be quiet when I come into the room?  This is not good.  Not good at all.  I’m going to get in the kitchen later on today to see if I can find that brochure on the island.  Perhaps I can get Hemi to help me out.  Surely he can help this pig out.  I’ll keep you posted.

 
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Posted by on 07/09/2015 in Bacon

 

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It Wasn’t the Talking Gecko

So mom went out Saturday to get the mail from the mailbox.  There she was somewhat still in her pajamas and barefooted.  Us animals know because we were all watching her from the front door.  Me, Houdini, Hemi and Mouse Girl all bundled together with the heat from the sun coming through the storm door looking out for our mom.  You know just in case something happened we would all be there for her.

She made it to the mailbox.  We saw.  We were so proud of her.  Then she started back.  That’s when it happened.  Mom squealed higher than me, jumped higher than the purr things and then ran faster than Houdini to the front door.  We didn’t know what happened.  All we heard was hysterics and heavy breathing.  Daddy went outside with his magnifying glass in one hand and mom’s iPhone camera in the other.  All he could make out from mom was on the house in the corner.

He came back in snorting a bit. He asked mom to look at the gazillion pictures he took to see if he got the guy that made her try out for a triathlon.  Much to mom’s amazement, he did.  Not so bad for a guy with limited vision – he got the cute little guy.  I wonder if he wants to come in and help us out when mom is running late for work?  Snorts with piggy laughter.

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Posted by on 06/22/2015 in Bacon

 

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What Would You Do?

  Snorts and squeals!  I saw this picture this past weekend.  It got me to thinking.  What the heck would this piggy do if I saw this?  Okay – the obvious – tinkle all over myself and make it rain like it’s never rained before down my leg.  Gulps and squeals.

I showed it to daddy and asked him what would he do.  His reply?  Of course the same thing.  He would wee-wee-wee all over the floor.  Then he would close the door to the bathroom and board it up.  The bathroom would then be dead to him.  Snorts – way to go pops.

Mom on the other hand – oh dear piggy heavens.  She is forever going to the potty in the middle of the night without turning on the lights.  After seeing this picture, not anymore – go figure huh?

So here’s my questions to YOU my friends.  What would you DO?!

 
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Posted by on 05/26/2015 in Bacon

 

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Elf on the Shelf – OH NO!

Oh my friends.  I think I’m scared.  I think I may be in trouble.  It’s almost *that* time of the year again. You know the time.  *That* time when Don Juan comes out – shivers and squeals.  Wait a minute.  You’re looking confused.  You don’t know who Don Juan is?  You might be lucky that you don’t know.  Don Juan is the name of my Elf on the Shelf here at the Hotel Thompson.  But Don Juan – he’s “special”.  I mean really “special”.  You see, Don Juan is not made of the same cloth as all of these other elves that come out for the holidays.  Don Juan is evil – pure and simple.

You see these little Elf on the Shelves are a Christmas tradition.  In theory, they watch over the household and report back to the North Pole every night.  Once at the North Pole, they inform Santa of all of the happenings at their house.  By morning, the return back to the house in different positions so you know they’ve been to the North Pole.

But Don Juan. Shakes piggy head and shivers.  Don Juan has his own agenda.  He comes out and scares everyone here at the Hotel Thompson.  He does bad things…. some things I can’t even say out loud.  And get this, I didn’t want to be the only one with elves in the house this year.  So what did I do?  I sent out four elves to some friends here in blogville.  Some of them you might have already met.  My cousin Sammy has Elfvis – which has already gotten into some trouble.  My friends the Pigs have Timmy.  And then there’s a couple of other peeps that haven’t commented yet on their new elf’s name.

You see my friends may be thanking me too quickly.  You see, the day after Thanksgiving (11/28/2014) is when the elves get their special powers.  We won’t know until then if all of these friends that I sent out will be naughty or nice.  So I just want to put this out there my friends – I’m sorry – snorts.  It’s going to be a long holiday season.  The Elf on the Shelves have special powers from the day after Thanksgiving until Christmas Day.

So I have a really, REALLY important question to you my friends in blogville.

 Is there anyone that can take this little oinker in for a couple of weeks?

Please.  I’ll be nice… really.

Shivers just thinking of what Don Juan is up to… especially with my sock monkey!  Squeals!

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on 11/24/2014 in 25 Days of Christmas, Bacon

 

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31 Days of Spook – United Kingdom Clown

Oh dear piggy heavens – why?  Can you explain this to me why?  Why does some guy think it’s funny to dress up like a clown and walk the streets Chesterfield, United Kingdom in the middle of the night?  Do you understand when I say this is what nightmares are made out of.. do you agree?  Personally, if I went outside and saw this at 3AM, I would wake up my fellow neighbors from snorting and squealing in fright.  

So my friends in the United Kingdom, lock your doors at night and don’t look out your windows.  You may see this idiot psycho clown walking down your street.  Shivers to mergatroid!

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Posted by on 10/12/2014 in 31 Days of Spook

 

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31 Days of Spook – Story Submission

Oh my sweet friends.  How are you holding up so far with my 31 Days of Spook?  Are you leaving the lights on at night yet?  Are you watching all of the shadows behind you?  Are you spooked when someone says hello to you?  Snorts – if you are, buckle up those seat belts because I’ve got a great scary story for you today.  This story was submitted by my friends Lassie and Benji.  If you haven’t met Lassie and Benji, please visit their blog and tell them that Bacon sent you.

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This is a true story from Lassie and Benji’s mom from like 87 years ago when she was a young teenager.  In the picture to the left is Murko who is mentioned in the story below.  In order to say Murko’s name correctly, you have to roll the “R” in the name.  Go ahead and say it a couple of times.  I know you want to 🙂  So now, we are going to tell mom’s story.

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“Mommy came home from school one day and was all alone in the house.  Well not totally alone, it was just her and her cat, “Murko”. There was this wicked wind blowing down the alley. Mommy lived in a twin house so the alley was just on the one side of the house.  Anyway, the wind seemed to come outta no where! Mommy figured maybe a storm was coming, but she thought that was odd since she didn’t remember the weatherman mentioning a storm in the forecast.

 Then Mommy heard some strange noises.  It was almost like a high-pitched crying or wailing sound, but not quite.   It was the wind.  It was screeching as the air hit the corner of the windows while it was blowing down the alley.  The high pitched screeching sounds were very short and the echo of the sounds bounced up and down the alley way.  Mommy started to get an uneasy feeling.

 The room went rhythmically from light to dark, almost as if it were shadows or passing clouds blocking the sunlight.  Then all of the sudden a plant on the windowsill came tumbling over spilling dirt all over our dining room carpet.

 Next, the curtains on the windows were flying up in the air as well — it was almost as if the curtains were dancing while flying in the air still tethered up by curtain rod.  The curtains seemed to go methodically from one window to the next — floating up and down — first the dining  room window curtains then the breakfast room curtains floated in the air.  The pattern of the flying curtains was moving in Mommy’s direction getting closer and closer to where she was standing in the kitchen.  Mommy was terrified seeing the white curtains floating in the air and seeing them headed in her direction…. and she screamed, “It’s a GHOST!”

Almost instantaneously, the cat leaped in the air like something spooked her and Mommy leaped even higher than the cat!  And then all of the sudden the “storm” stopped.
Mommy thought to herself, was it really a “storm” or was the wind a sign of some evil presence or perhaps even a ghost!  Mommy hurried and shut all the windows tight and clung to her cat waiting for her sibling to come home from school as well.
Mommy’s older sibling came home from school and was baffled at the sight of Mommy sitting on the floor holding her cat surrounded by the dirt all around her on the floor from the toppled over plant.     Mommy told her sibling of the horrible tale of the wind and the plant and the flying curtains … and the sibling said, “What are you talking about, it wasn’t windy today!”
GULP!   Maybe it was a Ghost after all!”
 
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Posted by on 10/07/2014 in 31 Days of Spook, Bacon

 

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Potential Car-Jacking! – UPDATED

Poor mom.  She got up this morning and left for work in Albert – her little Smart car – just like she does every morning.  No biggie.  That’s when it happened – always when you are least expecting it.  She saw it out of the corner of her eye.  It was kind of like a… as she said quote “Aww crappers” moment.

She saw him standing in the neighbors yard at first.  She’s seen him in the neighborhood and has been wary of him.  He is bad news.  He’s one of those tough edgy kind of guys who leads gangs.  Shivers – that’s all I could do when I was listening to mom talk about him.  She actually told daddy he was a “little thug”.  I don’t know what that means but it can’t be good.  Daddy got hot about that.

She was just minding her own business and that’s when he came at her from the passenger side.  She quickly locked the doors to Albert and floored it.  It’s not a bad neighborhood but this little thug was actually chasing her down the street.  God only knows what he would do if he caught mommy.  Squeal – can you believe that – in broad daylight this idiot was trying to carjack my mom?  Was he serious?!

All she could think of was going fast – gotta go fast – gotta outrun this thug.  I want you to know, she barely made it out of the neighborhood.  I mean heck, if he would have caught her what would he have done?  Flipped her off – literally?  She did snag a picture of the little punk – here it is:

I hope you can see the little thug now my friends.  Sometimes I seem to be all hooves when I’m blogging something.  Mom got away just fine.  This guy here must be the leader – he was the biggest one of the clan – snorts.  Thanks for your concerns – I hope I didn’t alarm anyone.  Much love – hogs and snout kisses – Bacon

 
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Posted by on 07/14/2014 in Bacon

 

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Bigfoot Tracks

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OMP (oh my pig!)  Look at these tracks.  They are Bigfoot tracks.  No really they are.  Look at the size of them.  You can’t really tell from the picture but they are as big as daddy’s feet.  That’s like HUGE, right?

Here’s the scoop.  Daddy went outside yesterday morning to check out things with this snowmageddon here in the south.  Snow was still everywhere.  He saw something in the snow that looked weird so he called mom – AKA Hopalong right now with her back out – snorts.

She came outside to see what was going on. These tracks went across the front of the porch and then off to the side going towards the street.  Really big foot prints.  They looked really unique.

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 So mom got some close up pictures of the unique foot print.  Is it a dog print?  Is it a cat print?  I think it looks like Bigfoot – you?  Someone needs to call the BFRO (Bigfoot Research Research Organization).  Get Matt Moneymaker on the line.  He needs to come south to my neck of the woods for an investigation.  Cryptologists need to start circling the house STAT.

You have any thoughts on this print?  Have you ever seen anything like this before?  Any trackers out there?

Help?  There’s no way this little oinker is going outside with this huge creature on the loose.  No way.  What if he kidnapped me?  What if he took me away from the Hotel Thompson.  I can’t live without my computer – or my television – or my mom and dad – or well you know the comforts in life.

 
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Posted by on 01/31/2014 in Bacon

 

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Oh Dear – I Need Help My Friends


This isn’t good.  This is not good at all.  I need help my friends- LOTS of help.  I need to make mommy better.  She is having what she calls a ‘magenta’ kind of day.  You don’t know what that is, do you?  Mom is a huge fan of the Golden Girls and that’s where it comes from.  This is what it means:

“Magenta…that’s what I call it when I get that way. All kinds of feelings tumbling all over themselves. Well you know, you’re not quite blue, because you’re not really sad. And although you’re a little bit jealous you wouldn’t say you’re green with envy. And every now and then you realize you’re kind of scared but you’d hardly call yourself yellow…I hate that feeling. Just hate it. And I hate the color magenta. That’s why I named it that. Magenta. No way to really explain it but, fortunately between friends you don’t have to.” ~Blanche Devereaux

You get it now?  Plus she had to go to the worky place today.  Magenta, Monday and work equals not a good combination.  Not one particular thing can be the reason for Magenta.  It’s lots of little things snowballed into one giant I need to shout it out like the kid from Home Alone.

Perhaps that would work for mommy?  But then again, she’s at work and I really wouldn’t advise that in her industry.  So, what do we do to get mommy out of the Magenta mood and into say a blue colorful happy color?  Suggestions my friends?  Anything you can help me with?

 
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Posted by on 01/13/2014 in Bacon

 

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