Helpful Information – Daylight Savings Time

It’s that time again to play with the clocks.  Tonight at 2:00AM, time flies really quick when you ‘spring’ forward an hour.  So before bedtime, change those clocks.

I particularly will be grumpy about this.  I am going to lose an hour of mommy piggy time this weekend.  It doesn’t seem fair.

And on top of all of that, my schedule will be off.  That’s not good.  I’m nothing but strict on my little piggy schedule.  I like routines and I don’t like for them to change.  Yucky!

I’m off to pout now.  Don’t forget to change the clocks.  But what if NONE of us did it in rebellion.  How would that work out?  Not so much, huh?  Stomps hooves and goes back to bed.  Darn it.

 

Happy Birthday Bashful!!

 

 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!

 

Bedtime Rituals

Do you have a bedtime ritual?  Something that you do every night before Mr. Sandman visits you?  Me being a piggy – Ireally demand a schedule.  When my schedule is off, so is my cute little personality – snorts!.  For instance, every night mom starts putting me to bed around 8:30pm.  I say start because I have a routine here at the Hotel Thompson.

At 8:30pm, mom tells me it’s time for bed.  We go into the kitchen to get my bedtime snack and a drink of water.

At 8:45pm, I’ll start wobbling down the hall to my bedroom.  I’ll take care of my ‘business’ and get into my toddler bed.

At 9:00pm, mom comes into my bedroom to tuck me into bed and kiss me good night.  Sometimes she tells me a story.  Sometimes she sings to me and pets my back until I fall asleep.  Other times, she sets the timer on my television so I can watch one of my favorite shows for a while before I fall asleep.

At 9:15pm, mom puts Houdini to bed.  He’s not one for bedtime stories – he thinks he’s too big for that.  Can you believe it?  So, she rocks him and puts his onsie jammies on and tucks him in for the night.  Rotten little guy – rolls piggy eyes and snorts with laughter.

At 9:30pm, mom and dad go to bed.  Mouse Girl and Hemi follow them cause they sleep in their room on the big bed.  Hemi snuggles right between mom/dad and has to touch both of them.  Mouse Girl sleeps at the bottom of the bed and stretches as far as she can between mom/dad’s feet.

So, do you have a bedtime ritual?

 

 

Facts About Moi

It’s been a while since I’ve posted this but I think I should again.  Mom and dad get a lot of questions about moi – a pig that lives in the Hotel Thompson.  People think that we are dirty/messy and can’t believe it when I say I live inside full time and prefer my comforts such as air conditioning, heat and of course my sweet television.

Here are some questions that we get asked a lot.  I thought we would answer some of them for you.  Hope you enjoy these my friends 🙂

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(1) Do I smell? No. Did you know that pigs are actually clean animals. We are very careful that we do not mess where we sleep or eat. I have an entire room and my sleeping quarters are on the opposite side of my wizzy pad. Mom and dad keep up with cleaning my room on a regular basis and of course I help. So no, I nor my room smell.

(2) Do we sweat? Did you know that pigs don’t sweat? We are actually unable to do so. That’s why you see pigs on the outside waddling in mud or water to keep cool. I, myself, have air conditioning and heat inside. Mom and dad makes sure that the temperatures are good for me. Not too cold and not too warm. If I get cold, I will snuggle under blankets and hide.

(3) Do pigs dream? Of course we do. We dream much as humans do. Sometimes when I’m on the couch with mom, she touches and holds me. She can feel me jumping and dreaming. She says it cute.

(4) What do we ‘do’? Well, I’m much like any other animal. I love to sleep, I enjoy watching television and listening to music. I play chase with the purr things and mom. I chase balls and I love getting piggy massages. I like to be held and touched. I really love to sit on the couch with mom watching television after dinner. This is one of my favorite things in the world. Normal things that your dog probably likes to do.  I do spend a lot of time in my bedroom on my toddler bed doing my thing – writing my blogs, researching my postings and taking care of my pet rocks.

(5) How do my parents know when its time to eat? This is a great and important question. We love to have a schedule. My internal clock is better than most clocks in the world. I know when it’s time to get up, eat or go to bed. Did you know that pigs have more than 20 vocalizations used in different situations? My mom and dad have learned some of mine. Just like when a baby cries and the mother ‘knows’ the cry, mom and dad know what my different sounds are for. Mom especially knows the “I’m hungry” call. LOL And you know, we don’t ‘pig out’ or eat like pigs as the old saying goes. We would rather enjoy our food. And no I don’t eat ‘slop’. I know there are some farm piggies that do but that’s a different breed. I eat lots of piggy chow, vegetables and fruits. I have to maintain my cute little figure!  And there is a standing FIRM rule here at the Hotel Thompson.  “No eating in front of the pig unless you plan on sharing with the pig.”

(6) Do you really know your name and are you that smart? Did you know that pigs learn their names within 3 days? When mom adopted me, she held me a lot, talked to me in her voice and said my name. This way, I knew who my mommy was. She also showed me where my wizzy pad was in my room and within 2 days, I was using it all of the time. I learned very quickly where the food came from in the kitchen. I even know where my piggy chow is kept. We are very smart creatures and have a great sense of direction!

(7) Are we hard to get along with? Well, this depends on a lot of factors. I’m an attention hog and yeah I can be a little pig headed at times when I don’t get my ways. I do have a tendency to test my boundaries but mom and dad (especially mom) sets me straight real quick. You know, just like regular kids do. I have my good days and bad days.

(8) Do I know any tricks? We are a very smart breed. I’m house trained. I know what it means to go to my feeding mat. I know what it means to go to bed. I know what it means to lay down or get snuggly. I know what it means to go potty. And I know what it means when mom tells me not to eat the purr things – LOL – just seeing if you were paying attention.

(9) Why is my tail straight? Did you know that regular pigs, you know the ones that stay outside on the farm, have curly tails. A true pot bellied pig has a straight tail that attaches high on the rump. That’s me. That’s how you can tail if its a cross breed pig or a miniature pot bellied pig.

(10) What’s our vision like? I like this question. Just like dad, I have very poor vision. You can’t look at me straight on and expect me to see you. My eyes are kind of on the side of my head and I can’t see things straight away. You will find me looking at you from the side. But although my vision may be poor, my smell and hearing are exceptional!

And the most important question of all – Do I get along with the other anipals here at the Hotel Thompson?  Yes.  We all know our pecking order here – Hemi, Me, Houdini and then Mouse Girl – snorts.  Hemi let’s *everyone* know that he is the top cat and the alpha male.  We all play together and when we are all out together, mom keeps full attention on us – that means no electronics like iPads or iPhones or cameras.  It only takes one time not paying attention for an accident to happen.  Although we all grew up together, a careful eye is key and mom is a firm believer in this.  And although me and Hemi sometimes squabble with each other and him slapping my captains quarters with his big paw, if i’m feeling icky he is the first there to check on me… right behind mommy of course.

I hope some of these answered your questions about me. If you have anymore, you can always ask or send me an email at BaconThompson@gmail.com

Hogs and Kisses, Bacon

 

Squeals – Guess Who is Home?

Oh Squeals my friends – guess who made it home??  That pet-rock of mine Bashful!

He came knocking on the front door of the Hotel Thompson late Monday afternoon.  I was so excited.  I could hear the little tyke snoring in the box and knew exactly what it was.  Of course, daddy said I had to wait until mommy got home from the worky place to let Bashful out to freedom.  And that was good because the little guy was snoring so sweetly – imagine the trip across the pond.  I would have been passed out too!

But once mommy got home and the box was opened – oh my piggy heavens.  Bashful was non-stop talking about all of his adventures with sweet Fozzie in Australia.  WOW – did he do bunches of cool things.  One of the things was he went up in a hot air balloon and not only soared with the clouds but got a certificate about it as well.  OMP Squeals!!   If you want to read all about Bashful’s travels and adventures while in Australia, a great place to start will be here.

And look at all of the treats Bashful came home with – double squeals.  Me and mom were fighting dad off of the cookies.  They are so delicious!!   And of course, Bashful came home with friends…. but that’s another story for another posting that is coming soon.  Real soon.  Be ready my friends – it’s a stunner!

And just where in the world will Bashful roll up to next?  hhmm – makes you wonder doesn’t it.  Will it be in your neck of the woods?  (P.S.  For those on the list, you haven’t been forgotten.  It just takes time.  An email will be sent to the next person very soon for the next adventure.  AND, if YOU want to be put on the list, email me at Bacon.Thompson@gmail.com my friends).

  

 

Texts from Bacon

See during the day when mommy is at the worky place, I have a lot of time on my hooves.  I do maintain a schedule of certain items – like pampering myself, an eating schedule, certain shows I just have to watch and then there’s time…. lots of time.  I do a lot of thinking when I’m walking around the Hotel Thompson and overlooking my kingdom in my magical back yard.  Since Tiny my Bigfoot went missing over the winter months, there’s not a lot going on in the woods behind my house.  By the way – if you see Tiny please ask him to come back home – I miss him.

Here’s another great text between me and mom.  Mine are in blue and mom’s are in gray.  Enjoy my friends.

  UPDATE!

My brother Easy suggested the Mankini of Borat.  OMP (oh my pig) – my eyes!  Humans really wear this contraption – in public?!  Oh the nerve they must have!  All I can show you here is what the mankini looks like.  If you want to see it on a human, google it.  But I warn you, what has been seen can not be unseen – snorts.

 

 

Happy Birthday Bashful!!

 

 OMP (oh my pig!)  Can you believe that it’s been an entire year since Bashful came to live with me?  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, fast forward a year and think of all of the wonderful places he has traveled.  France to see Easy, Australia to see Fozzie, Virginia to see Stuart, United Kingdom to see Misaki and where is he now?  I’m not telling but you are going to be surprised where he turns up next.  That is definitely for sure!

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So, today, let’s all wish our little international rolling stone a huge HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

 

But I *AM* in Bed – Silly Mom

This is me and mom’s leg in the picture – snort.  Every night after dinner and dishes, me and mom snuggle on the couch.  It’s our time.  Mom kicks the recliner back and we pull the blankets close to get all comfy and snuggable (you can see my Egyptian cotton sheet up there with us – it’s so silky!).

She pets my back while she catches up on her emails, blogs, Facebook and watches television.  It’s our bonding time.  I keep my snout right on her leg so I know if she moves.  That’s how deep I sleep.

Sometimes I sleep so deep, I actually snore.  I can’t help it.  I know I’m completely safe right there next to mom and she won’t let anything happen to me.

Every night when it’s time to go to bed, me and mom go through the same game.  She starts softly telling me, “Bacon, wake up, it’s time to go to bed”.  Do you know how ironic that is?  Mom – I’m already asleep in bed – snort.  So every night I pretend to be asleep and hard to wake up.  Sounds like a typical kid putting off bedtime doesn’t it?  She’ll keep being persistent like a fly buzzing around your head, “Bacon, it’s time to go to bed young man.”  And, me being pig headed like I am will continue to pretend to be asleep.

Then mom picks up her tone a bit and tells me, “If you don’t go get ready for bed now, you’re going to miss your bedtime story.”  Bedtime story – did someone say bedtime story?  Of course, I immediately wake up to this, jump down and run to my room to get ready for bed.  By the time mom brushes her teeth and comes in my room, me, Bashful and the other rock clan are safely in our bed.  Mom always tucks us in, kisses us both goodnight and reads us a story.  You can’t miss her bedtime stories!

But tonight on the couch after dinner, we’ll go through the same thing all over again.  Why?  Because it’s what me and mom do of course – snort.

 

My Hannah – Swoon

I was a good boy I was. No, really I was. I was on my best behavior yesterday afternoon. My new pig sitter Hannah came over to visit and go over my schedule routine. I admit I wasn’t very snuggly – I’m trying to figure out if it’s time for me to hibernate or run. This weather has me all bent out of shape. But I did lay on the couch and listen to her and daddy. And she did pet my back a little bit. And yes. She stilled smelled like baby powder. Such a great smell!

Daddy went over everything with her – my feeding schedule, what foods I like, what television shows I can watch and my bedtime. He explained that mommy reads me a bedtime story every night and puts a treat on my pillow. You know Hannah laughed at him about that. I’m not sure why. Don’t all little piggies get bedtime stories and turn down service?

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Hannah is suppose to come back to the Hotel Thompson bright and early Saturday morning in time for mom/dad to leave on their vacation. I know they will have fun and they promise to call me every day to check on things. Hannah seems nice enough. She’s just not the mommy. Can you tell I’m already missing mommy?

Of course the purr things here, Hemi and Mouse Girl, say that they are old pro’s at this kind of thing with mommy and daddy leaving. They say that I will get used to it…. I don’t think so. Here are mom’s instructions for Hannah. Do you think she missed anything?

 

MMIA (Mom Missing in Action)

If you know anything about me, I am all about my little routine here at the Hotel Thompson. I like to keep to my schedule and know what to expect each day. This past week, a monkey wrench was thrown in that schedule and mom went missing. Yep, that’s right. I said mom went MISSING.

I say missing because routine things that “we” do together didn’t happen…like mommy/piggy time. And for the most part, mommy didn’t go to the worky place. I didn’t see her much around the house but I knew she was there. I could smell her scent and I could hear something that kind of sounded like mommy. I just didn’t see her.

Early last week, I posted that mom was sick. It takes a lot for mom to say she’s sick so when she made herself a doctors appointment, daddy knew she must be feeling really, really bad. After they got back from the doctors appointment, mom looked worse, very pale and shaky. Daddy got her to bed and started all of her medicines. He said that she was going to stay in the bedroom to get plenty of rest and to keep the germs away from me. Daddy assured me he was taking good care of her for me.

There was a couple of late nights that I could hear mom coughing so hard and I think I even heard her crying one night. Finally Sunday, the bedroom door opened and mom came out. I wanted to run over to her and knock her down but daddy told me to wait. She looked weak and shaky so I waited until she sat down on the sofa. Then, I had to go see her. I couldn’t get enough! She hugged me so hard. I kept ‘talking’ to her and telling her how much I missed her all week. I mean daddy took care of me but no one can replace mommy.

Mommy is finally getting better. Her voice sounds really weird which kind of intrigues me. She’s even suppose to go back to that worky place today. I just hope that she doesn’t overdo it. We can’t have mommy sick again – ever!