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Spotlight Thursday – Meet Lucy Sandy

Spotlight Thursday

Welcome my friends to SPOTLIGHT THURSDAY.  This is the time that I will introduce you to one of my fellow anipals so you can get to know them better.  Some of them, you may already know.  We hope that you enjoy this series!


Name:  Lucy Sandy (Nicknames: Lucy Goosey and Lucy Lou – so far )

Age:  1 year

Location:  Chattanooga (well, really Soddy Daisy, but no one knows where that is, including me) Chattanooga

Web/Blog Page:  www.lexitheschnauzer.com (because my Angel Lexi sister said it’s ok to use her blog)

What were your first thoughts when you met your new parents? I was being taken somewhere called “the pound” when Amy saw me and said she would take me home with her. I thought maybe I was on vacation. I got good food and a soft couch and a nice dog bed. Then a man walked in and I cowered because I thought maybe he would hit me. But he knelt down and spoke very softly to me and I fell in love with him right then and there. His name is Jeff. I didn’t realize these were my new parents for a few days, so I was on my very best behavior.

What was the defining moment when you knew you were in your forever home?  Amy left me with another lady who took me to the vet’s and left me there. I went to sleep and when I woke up I had a big owie on my belly. I didn’t understand, and I thought she had left me there for good. The next day Amy came and took me back home. I think that’s when I realized that really was my home.

What has been your biggest “Oh no, now I’ve done it” moment so far in your home?   I had gotten comfortable in what I now knew was my home, and started “testing my boundaries,” according to Amy. I tried different places to pee and poop in the house and Amy just quietly cleaned it up. Then, one day, Amy called me over to an extra big pile of stinky stuff and pointed at it and told me, “No!” That really scared me. I mean, why didn’t she just tell me that to begin with? Once she explained it was not acceptable to potty in the house at all I stopped doing it.  

 Who do you have wrapped around your paws more – mom or dad – and why?  Amy feeds me and plays with me and lets me out except in the morning when Jeff lets me out. So I think it is her.

What’s the biggest misconception that humans think about you?  Amy and Jeff call me an AmStaff. They don’t say the words Pit Bull because a lot of people are instantly scared. So, I guess it would be that I might bite them?? I really don’t understand that ’cause I like everybody and just want them to like me, too.



Hope you enjoyed meeting my friend – check back next week for another Spotlight edition!

 
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Posted by on April 20, 2017 in Spotlight Thursday

 

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Bedtime at the Hotel Thompson

Bedtime.  Doesn’t that one word make you smile?  Bedtime means a lot of things to a lot of different peeps and anipals.  Some love the thought of sleep and bedtime.  While others can’t stand the thoughts knowing they will have another restless bout of insomnia.  Mom and sleep are like frenemies.  She loves to sleep however sleep doesn’t love her.  Now with the exercise she has been doing lately, sleep comes easier these days than what it once did.  And thank goodness mom doesn’t sleep walk anymore – that’s entirely different posting than today’s – trust me on that – snorts with piggy laughter.

Today I want to talk about bedtime.  You know that one moment at night when bedtime is called and everyone rushes around trying to ‘get ready’ for bed.  Now, let me start by asking this question to you.  At the Hotel Thompson, when it comes time for bed who is the last in bed every night?  Is it moi, Houdini, Hemi, mom or dad?  Go ahead, guess and right that name down.  I’ll wait.  Taps hooves – insert Jeopardy music while waiting.

Finished?  Okay let’s proceed.  Now, mom is usually the one that calls bedtime.  She works and is on a strict sleep schedule with the same routine every night.  That helps her with her insomnia and sleep walking.  Pretty much when she goes to bed, we all go to bed.

Mom tells me to get ready for bed and I’m a good boy.  I will waddle out, do my business and get in my toddler bed in my bedroom waiting for mom to tuck me in for the night.  Usually she brings me a small treat.  So yeah I’m going to be a good boy for mom.  Wouldn’t you?  And I’m not a dumb pig.  Sometimes mom will rub my back until I fall off to sleep.

That brings us to Houdini.  That word bedtime is almost like snack time to that kid.  He will rush down the hall and beat mom to the bedroom.  He jumps on the bed and snuggles down in his blanket and is usually counting dog bones before anyone else

That Houdini is almost part cat I do believe.  He takes a gazillion naps a day and still sleeps throughout the night.  Mom says its because he plays so hard when he is awake and with all of that energy – he zonks out better than any of us.

Hemi.  Well Hemi is a lot of things but when you call bedtime he is there.  He will get him a drink of water, go potty and then tap-tap down the hallway to mom/dad’s bedroom taking his place with royalty at the top of the bed on his pillow.  He lets nothing get in his way during his night time ritual.  And if anyone is in his spot, he will push them away.  I mean heck, he let’s us all know that he is king here at the Hotel Thompson.

Alright then let’s check on things.  Who thought it was one of us anipals who was the slowest in getting to bed at night?  Go ahead, raise your hand.  You can lower them now.  You would be wrong.  It is *not* one of us anipals – shocker huh?  And we all know it can’t be mom.  I mean heck with her sleep problems, she has to be spot on in getting to bed the same time every night…. unless it’s the weekend or a special outing.  Other than that, she has brushed her teeth, put all of us anipals to bed, taken her medicine and is in bed with her head on her pillow counting sheep.

Dad is the culprit.  So who guessed dad?  You would be correct!!  Mom said that telling dad that it’s bedtime is like telling a 2 years to get ready for bed.  And trust me friends, I have watched and can confirm this.  Even us anipals look at daddy like really?  Now we know dad is a grown man and can go to bed anytime he wants.  But if mom let him, he would stay up all night watching old movies on television which is fine on the weekends but during the week we all have schedules to maintain.  So don’t take this too serious folks – we area all snortable anipals and peeps here at the Hotel Thompson – by all means you do know our sense of humor.  With that being said though, this is how it usually goes here at night during the week:

9:00PM – Okay kids, let’s start getting ready for bedtime.  That’s usually when all of anipals get up and do our business while mom bushes her teeth and takes her medicine.

9:05PM – Dad hasn’t moved from the sofa that he’s sleeping on.  Mom touches dad shoulder, wakes him and tells him to get ready for bed.  He grumbles ok and stirs slightly.

9:15PM – Mom has finished up, puts us all to bed, gives us kisses and goes back to wake dad again.  She then goes to wash her face.

9:20PM – Dad starts to move.  Slowly goes to put on pajamas.

9:25PM – Mom is finished and goes to the bedroom to put on her jammies.

9:30PM – Dad decides he needs a drink and goes to the kitchen.  Then he decides he needs to take his medicine so he goes back to the bedroom to get it and back to the kitchen for another drink.

9:45PM – Dad *finally* comes back to the bedroom and then has to get the night time medicines ready for him and mom for the next night.  (There’s only four pills – two for the each of them – but dad takes a lifetime to do it as we all hear mom tell him).  Laughter can be heard from mom/dad.

10:00PM – Dad decides he then has to go to the bathroom to brush his teeth and go potty.  In the meantime, mom is in the bedroom setting dad’s side of the bed (they have a Select Comfort and he likes it 100 – talk about sleeping on concrete – WOW).  Then mom pulls the sheets down and climbs into bed all the while fussing at daddy to hurry up and that molasses are faster than him.

10:15PM – FINALLY daddy comes back to the bedroom chuckling and saying that he is not slow and that mom is just fast.  Rolls piggy eyes – that starts more laughter.  Then daddy finally gets into bed and him and mom find hands to hold.  Why?  Because once upon a time a very long time ago mom/dad read about how otters sleep holding their mates hands so they don’t drift apart.  Every since then, mom/dad hold hands while they sleep so they don’t drift apart.  Cute huh?   They talk about each other being their otter and how much they love each other.  More giggles and a kiss goodnight.

 
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Posted by on March 10, 2017 in Bacon, Hemi, Houdini

 

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Paw Time with Houdini


Hello sweet friends.  I hope that you have had a fabulous week.  I’ve been doing what I enjoy most – stretching out on some comfy blankets and sleeping… you know in between the other important things in my life like eating, more sleeping, playing and of course more sleeping.  Hey, a dog has to have plenty of rest to protect the home.  And you know it’s hard work trying to make sure the daddy stays on top of things here at the crib while mom is off at the worky place.

And when mom is at home – especially on the weekends – she has been doing a lot of cleaning and what she calls decluttering.  Sometimes I just want to tell her to sit down and take a nap.  Really, she looks like that cartoon character that’s always buzzing around.  This will end soon, right?  Dad calls it nesting.  I call it deranged.

So with that being said, I leave you today with Jokes with Daddy.  I hope you enjoy my friends and have a great weekend.  Remember to get some rest!

 

 
 

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Tell a Fairy Tale Day –

Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –

“Keeping my paws on the nuts of the world!”

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February 26th is a day that fairy tales are made of – it’s Tell a Fairy Tale Day.  Everyone loves a good fairy tale – kids, adults and animals.  It’s a great way to bond with your friends.  Pick a story or make up a story.  Either way, it’s a great time for everyone!

It’s not a requirement to start with “Once upon a time…” but it is a requirement to have a happy ending.  There’s absolutely nothing better than to the end with “and they all lived happily ever after.”

So, cozy up with your selected loved one and read a fairy tale or make up one.  You all know that the pampered pig Bacon gets a bed time story every night when his mom tucks him up. (That pig is *beyond* spoiled!)  I asked him to share one of her stories with his friends here and he said this one is his favorite. We hope you enjoy!

“Once upon a time there was a four legged hooved piggy who was adopted by a human family.  We’ve all seen Stuart Little.  A little mouse that was adopted by the Little family.  Well, this family was just about the same.  They really wanted a baby of their own but circumstances just didn’t work out.  They did the next best thing and adopted a little runt piglet that was only three weeks old.  They took Bacon home and created his own little nursery for him, catered to him and taught him how to become a little man.

As Bacon grew more and more each day and learned the ways of being a little human, he also grew more and more in his parent’s hearts.  They wanted little Bacon to do nothing more than to blossom and be happy with his life.  Bacon caught on quick to the human ways and started watching television, surfing the net on his laptop and even created his own blog.  In no time, little Bacon became a little pig star in his own right!

Bacon adjusted to life at the Hotel Thompson and caught on so well with the schedule of the Thompson clan.  He knew when it was time to eat.  He knew when it was time to take a nap.  He even knew when it was time to go to bed.  He created his own little routine before bedtime every night.

Not only was Bacon happy at the Hotel Thompson, he brought happiness to the Hotel Thompson.  Little Bacon became such a happy part in his parent’s eyes that they couldn’t even remember life without Bacon.  He filled a void that his mommy had and made her the happiest mommy in the world.  His mommy fully loved Bacon and Bacon fully his mommy.

And to this day, Bacon and his parents are living happily ever after at the Hotel Thompson.”

 
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Posted by on February 26, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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It Wasn’t Me… This Time

  Every once in a while, I get a story that I just *have* to pass along.  This is one of those times.  It is way too funny for sure.  Many of you know that my cousin Sherlock Bones lives in Chicago, Illinois.  Sherlock Bones is 5 – like me – and he’s a Basset Hound.  Awesome cousin for sure!  

Mom is sitting on the couch last night watching television and she gets a text from her sister, my Aunt Tina.  Mom reads it and then starts laughing.  So of course you know all of us anipals have to go up to mom and ask her what’s so funny.

Aunt Tina bought a pizza for the family last night, put it way back on the kitchen counter and went for a quick run through the neighborhood.  My cousin Maverick had went to the bathroom to wash up and was going to eat when he was finished.  In the meantime, guess who smelled the pizza?  If you said Sherlock Bones, we have a winner!

Somehow Sherlock learned how to reach further back on the kitchen counter and helped himself to some dinner.

In just a short time span, Sherlock Bones ate 8 boneless wings and three slices of pizza.

He then proceeded to stash three more slices of pizza in the sofa.  You know so he could have a midnight snack.  The dog has skills.

I’m thinking that one day when I grow up I can try to be like him… looks down at my miniature pot-belly and short legs, okay maybe not.

After his dinner, he stretched out on the sofa belly up full from his adventure.

Texts went back/forth between mom and Aunt Tina – all full of sarcasm and fun.  Then Aunt Tina sent the final picture of Sherlock Holmes laying on the sofa all sad.  Why was he sad?  Because he spent a solid ten minutes looking for his ‘stashed’ pizza in the sofa and couldn’t find them.  He could smell them but they were gone.  Aunt Tina had found them and removed them from the sofa.

I guess Sherlock Bones was so heartbroken.

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on February 21, 2017 in Bacon

 

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Welcome Teddy Blog Hop!

Welcome sweet Teddy to Blogville!!  ❤  May you feel all of the love here surrounding around you.  We love you from the depths of our hearts here at the Hotel Thompson.  In fact, a welcome package should be headed your way 🙂

 
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Posted by on February 19, 2017 in Bacon, Houdini

 

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Wave All Your Fingers at Your Neighbor Day

Journalist Rocky the Squirrel here –

“Keeping my paws on the nuts of the world!”

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February 7th is Wave All Your Fingers at Your Neighbor Day – I tell you what – they come up with a lot of strange holidays here don’t they?  This day is the *perfect* opportunity to greet your neighbor with a big wave – be sure to use all of your fingers.  Without a doubt, this day was created to put a smile on your face and upon your neighbors face.  It’s intent is meant to be friendly, create a better relationship with your neighbors and to make people smile.   – I *know* you can do it.

So go out and greet those neighbors with a big big five finger wave with a big bright smile on your face.

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Posted by on February 7, 2017 in Journalist Rocky the Squirrel

 

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