Welcome my friends to October – we all know what that means. It’s time for Bacon’s Spooktoberfest! A month full of things that go bump in the middle of the night. The strange noises that vibrate through the house. The kind of eerie creepiness that settles in that you just want to run to your room and hide under your bed… Shivers. I almost scared myself. So friends stay tuned to my blog for excitement. This year, we are doing things a little different. We are writing a continuous story for 31 days of Bacon’s Spooktoberfest. So if you miss a day, you can catch up. Have a fun and scary month sweet friends.
And don’t worry, you can always hold my hoof.
The weird box is making noises. None of us anipals will go anywhere close to it. Mom/dad brought it back with them yesterday and took it to their bedroom. And they weren’t gone as long as what we thought they would be. Something really weird is going on here at the Hotel Thompson. There’s lot of whispers. Lot’s of secrets between mom/dad for some reason. We don’t get it. Help us our friends to figure this out. This could be the spookiest Halloween month ever.
Who else thought this week would never end? I for one didn’t think it would. Mommy has been dragging all week saying she was tired. I can’t have that. I need mommy fully rested so she can have snuggle time with me. Is that so wrong? 🙂
August is here and hopefully all of this heat will be coming to an end soon. Mommy says if we can make it through August, then it’s down hill from there. I hope so because this little oinker is not very fond of the heat. Once it goes away, I may try to venture outside again. Right now – eeww – it’s too hot for anything but staying inside near the air conditioning.
Do you have any great plans this weekend? Mine is to help mommy clean house tomorrow and then hopefully we can have our snuggle time. I hope cleaning goes fast! She’s giving us all our honey do lists. I got my room again and laundry. That means I have to pull all of my dirty ‘stuff’ to the laundry room. I would complain but the rent is free here 🙂 Plus, I get perks… who doesn’t like perks, right?
Everyone have a great weekend and do something fun. XOXO – Bacon
I *know* that this is the question you ask yourself on a daily basis – snorts. Today I’m here to make that question come true. I’m going to show you what it looks like when a pig – namely moi – yawns. Yes I yawn. I get tired too. Hey, it’s hard work maintaining this pot belly and this establishment here at the Hotel Thompson. Okay, without further ado, here you go. A picture of me yawning.
Notice the technique. Yes there is a technique my friends. In this picture, I’m on the sofa with mommy watching television. I have to stretch my front hooves. Then my nose goes up, my tongue comes out a little and I yawn. See, I also have a tongue. Some people have questioned that – snorts. And in this picture, you might see a little tooth. Trust me. There are more than one. Please excuse the extra jowls – it’s too hot these days to exercise… except for my jaws when I’m eating – double snorts.
So there you go. Now you’ve seen everything… a pig yawning 🙂 You’re welcome. Have a fabulous day my friends! ❤
Dear Bacon – If it’s good enough to put the crying thing in to settle them down, why can’t I get in it too? It seems like the screaming miniature human gets a lot of attention in this contraption. I don’t seem to be getting the same kind. Why? Can you explain that to me? Signed Dogsad
Dear Dogsad – Aaww – you poor thing. I’m really sorry that you feel left out. I really am. Right now though, your humans are going through a lot with the small human. This will pass when they don’t have to be so fussy with them. You just be patient and stay cute my friend.
Dear Bacon – This means WAR! There I was hanging out on the sofa after a really rough day of chasing the mailman and squirrels. I was minding my own business, had my feet popped up and was enjoying a nice glass of 2012 Francis Ford Coppola Pinot Noir. Then the lights started flashing. My dad took this picture of me and put it all over the internet – he’s even talking about Christmas cards?! I will be ruined! What can I do? Signed Sparky
Dear Sparky – Give me a second friend… snorts and squeals ridiculously loud in a paper bag. Okay, I’m back. Breathes in to get my bearing. What you need to do Sparky is get a hold of that camera. Delete the picture is tops. Then you need to get on the human’s computer and start deleting. I would wait until the humans all asleep and then pounce into action.
Dear Bacon –
If you’re happy and you know it, throw your hooves in the air. If you’re happy and you know it, look so cute. If you’re happy and you know it then your face will surely show it. If you’re happy and you know it, throw your hooves in the air! Signed Cute as a Lamb
Dear Cute as a Lamb –
I’m off now to throw my hooves up in the air! You look as adorable as well me! Have a great one my friend and thanks for sharing!
❤
Dear Bacon – When the humans asked me if I wanted a pancake and I said yes, this is not what I meant. I wanted a pancake to eat not wear. What in the world were they thinking?! Signed Panbunny
Dear Panbunny – I could teach you a trick with that pancake sitting on your head my friend. My daddy taught me how to flip it off of my head and into my mouth. You can do it – I know you can!
Happy eats.
Dear Bacon – SQUEAL! Look what I made! Mini-me’s! Aren’t they just too cute?! Signed Surprised
Dear Surprised – They are totally adorable my friend!! So very cute. They look just like you… well except for the bright eyed, bushy tailed, surprise look – snorts.
What is a perfect weekend for you my friends? I think this picture tells you everything you need to know about what my perfect weekend would be. I’m not moving… except to eat and pee. Other than that, this spot is perfect ❤
Yawns! I just gotta ask something my friends. My dad says I’m spoiled and that most pooches don’t wake up like this in the morning. You know with their head on a pillow and feet under a blanket. I think he’s wrong. I think a lot of us wake up like this, right? I mean why would he care. I’m not on his pillow. I’m beside mommy and she shares everything with me. And I like to sleep like this with my feet up in the air. That way mom can spoon me and rub my belly. Heck, I’m not spoiled. Not at all!
Sometimes one just needs to steal a jacket and get comfy for a nap. Mom was working. I wanted to play but I was sleepy. So I stole her jacket and settled down for some shut eye. Hey, a dog has to do what a dog has to do in these times, right? And can you tell I need a trim as mom calls it? Sure mom – go ahead and call my groomer. I *need* a day at the spa. It’s hard being a dog sometimes…barks with puppy laughter. Bring on some TLC, massages and smelly oatmeal bath. Calgon take me away!
Dear Bacon – Listen the water is fine my four legged pot bellied piggy. Why don’t you come for a swim with me. I’ll even teach you how to swim under the water. I’m sure you will catch on fast. What do you think? Signed Mr. Friendly
Dear Mr. Friendly – Not that I don’t appreciate your well… friendness but I think I’ll pass. For some reason, I think it’s better for this little oinker to stay on dry land, far away from the water and far, far away from your swimming lessons. Call it a premonition if you will.
But, carry on my friend and thank you… really.
Dear Bacon – The nerve of our family vet. Can you believe that (A) they had the nerve to come near my captains quarters with that proby thing and (B) they told my humans that *I* needed to go on a DIET?! What in the world was he thinking? Don’t my humans pay for his sound advice? What kind of crap advice is this? I think the look on my face tells you everything I think. Signed Tiny
Dear Tiny – Oh dear. That proby thing is awful. It must be a torture device from centuries long ago. Yep, that’s what I think. And that look on your face. Oh my. You are certainly not happy. And well… looks down at my pot belly. I am one NOT to give any advice to you on that four lettered dirty word – D.I.E.T. Shakes head – nope.
Not the one to do that at all my friend.
Dear Bacon – I see you – purr snicker. I have my eyes on your activities good or bad. I’m reporting back to that Evil Elf of yours Don Juan. You just wait. You’re going to get it when he comes out in November. Signed The Watcher
Dear The Watcher – Really?! It’s not bad enough that I have rogue elf that watches my every move, you’re going to as well? Rolls piggy eyes and walks away. This is so not fair in this oinker’s life. Can’t we all just get along? Snorts
Dear Bacon – I hate it when I get into trouble here at my casa. Can you believe that my humans make me face the couch and sit here in time out? It’s so humiliating. Signed Unhappy Pooch
Dear Unhappy Pooch – WOW my friend. That is some look you have there facing your tomb of doom. It’s just not right. And to put you in this time out right in the middle of the living room where you can hear and see all of the fun activities going on around you. Shakes piggy head and clicks tongue. Nope, just not right. I’m sorry pal. Maybe when you come out of serving your time, you just ignore those humans. Show them who is getting timeout there. Don’t give them any affection.
None whatsoever… can you last like what five seconds? Hang in there my bud!
Dear Bacon – I double kitty dare you to try this maneuver. Heck, I triple meow dare you. I dare you to put your back legs up over your head. In fact if you can do this position, I will personally come over every day and give you a piggy massage – heck I’ll even clean up your room for you. Signed Fear Factor Feline
Dear Fear Factor Feline – Really?! That’s okay my furry friend. That’s what I have my mommy for – massages and cleaning – snorts. Let’s hope that cannon of yours doesn’t go off while you are bent legs over head.
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.
I double kitty dare you to try this maneuver. Heck, I triple meow dare you. I dare you to put your back legs up over your head. In fact if you can do this position, I will personally come over every day and give you a piggy massage – heck I’ll even clean up your room for you. Signed Fear Factor Feline
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