Yawns. What was that noise? What woke me up? I lay here in my bed and stretch. Oh my – either my legs are getting longer or my bed is getting smaller. What is up with that. Surely I can’t still be growing.
Oh yeah…what woke me up? I opened one eye and looked around. It’s still dark in here. Surely it was just my imagination. That’s when something strange happened. I had this strong urge – kind of like an internal clock ticking to wake up mom for breakfast. What? When did that start happening? The urge was strong too. I opened the other eye, sat up and stretched. Okay – this has to be a dream. Where the heck am I? I let my eyes adjust to the darkness and looked around. No wonder my feet kept hitting the bottom of the bed. What is this – a toddler bed? Where am I? This is not my bedroom. I look over at a wall – what does that say? It’s a picture of a pig wearing cow house shoes and states “Moo Shoe Pork Palace”. Que diable?!
Again, the strong urge to wake up mom. I don’t wake up mom like this, especially before the birds start singing and it’s still dark outside. But for some reason the pull is strong to my bedroom door. That’s when something so weird happened. I opened my mouth to bark and it didn’t happen. Instead of a bark it was a squeal and an oink?! What in the world!
A few minutes later, my bedroom door opened and I heard a voice say, “Thanks Bacon, time for breakfast.” Okay, something weird is going on. First, a cheerful voice telling me it’s breakfast time? But the voice called me Bacon… then again who cares because they mentioned food.
I take off down the hallway and stop in my tracks. What? Where are my stairs? There’s nothing here but a long hallway. I go into the living room and look around but my nose tells me there is food coming from the kitchen. I poke my head into the kitchen and walk through sniffing. That’s when the voice tells me, “Hey Sunshine.” I tell you, I had to look around. Who is Sunshine? I’m Easy. That’s when the voice puts down an amazing looking array of food – eggs? Oh yeah – I like this room service. Eggs with spinach and some kind of nuggets. I quickly snarfed it down and looked up. Now to think of it, the call of nature is like calling big time. I was at the point of crossing my legs by this time. Can’t this woman see the whites in my eyes floating? I need to use the facilities BIG time. I walk through the kitchen and see the back door. I brush up against it and plead to this woman. Finally she gets the drift. “Oh Bacon, you want to go out and play this early?” No woman – I need to PEE – let me out – let me out – let the weimaraner out!
I run out the back door and almost fell down the stairs of the porch. Where am I? This isn’t my backyard. Although it does look magical – what is that over in the corner? Is that a squirrel? I gotta go meet him and I take off running towards him. Can you believe the guy doesn’t move. It’s like he knows me or something. He even talked! “Hey Bacon, how’s it going this morning?” Who is this squirrel? Before I could say anything he further said, “Well have a great day pig, I gotta go work on some important holidays for your blog.” What? Who does he think is, Journalist Rocky the Squirrel – barks atcha my friend.
A talking squirrel – now I’ve seen everything. I shook myself, marked some territory and went back to the door. What the heck did I eat last night to give me these illusions? Those mushrooms had to be psychedelic mushrooms – yeah that’s it. Remind me to never eat those again – ever!
I went back inside and the woman said, “Time for snuggle time” and kept looking at me. What? You think I’m a trained pup or something? Darn this body – where are these guttural movements coming from? Before I could stop myself, I jumped up in this woman’s lap and started oinking. Shaking my head. I gotta stop eating after 8pm. It definitely had to be the mushrooms last night?
After a while, she said she had to go to work and did I want my television on in my bedroom? What a television all to myself in a room all to myself. You have got to be kidding. Now this part of the nightmare I could get used to… snorts – I mean barks. I gotta get my barky thing checked out. I’m going back to bed.
Something is definitely wrong.
But before I could go back to bed, this man appeared all magically delicious and said, “Hey Bacon, you want a snack?” What? I tell you at least my dreams have great room service. The man gives me this piggy plate full of goodies.
Okay – what is up with this? I mean there’s all kinds of bacon and piggy stuff. Sure I know my brother across the pond but why give this kind of stuff to the weimaraner?
If anyone figures out this freaky stuff, please let me know okay and thanks!
This weekend started off like every other weekend. We slept in a little – okay I slept in a lot. I was tired from that little pooch – you know performing my nightly ritual of subliminal messaging to him is hard work – snorts with piggy laughter. This morning, I just couldn’t get up and get going for breakfast. So mom did something wonderful… something terrific… something special for this little oinker. She served *moi* breakfast in bed. Can I get an aaww or perhaps a hallelujah? Of course – these bananas were just the start. You know how much I ❤ my bananas. But no, the main star was something else.
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Of course daddy grunted because he doesn’t get breakfast in bed – snorts. Before I snarfed it down, I had to take a picture of mom’s masterpiece to show you that the woman does have skills in the kitchen. She made me a fresh spinach omelet on top of my piggy chow. And let me add – it was so piggy lip licking good! You want a bite, don’t you? Go ahead. You can admit it.
Cheers my friends for a happy rest of the day.
Perhaps I’ll sleep in tomorrow to see if I get piggy pancakes – licks lips just thinking about it!
No, really. I can admit it. I’m a lucky oinker. I love my life here at the Hotel Thompson. The room service is awesome! You don’t believe me?
This morning before work, mommy actually got up and fixed breakfast. Omelets for everyone is what she said – snorts. She fixed daddy his omelet and then made me my special omelet – look at that delicacy – it should be in a magazine ❤ It’s a spinach and two egg omelet. Is your mouth dripping now in desire?
And mom put it on top of my piggy chow. I’m telling you – this is the breakfast of champions… champion pigs that is 🙂 I LOVE it when my mommy cooks my food. How could you not, right?
But don’t worry, daddy fixes me food too.
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This is a picture of my dinner plate that I got last night that daddy fixed me. It looks mouth watering too, doesn’t it? It’s my piggy chow, lettuce, cucumbers, carrots, tomatoes and grapes. All of my favorites.
See I eat really good and healthy here at the Hotel Thompson. That’s how I’m able to maintain this sexy pot-belly 🙂 Snorts and Oinks!
Me and food – what can I say? I ❤ food. It’s what I live for.. well that and snuggles from mommy. I thought today I would show you what I eat here at the Hotel Thompson. Keep in mind that I might be just a tad bit spoiled… just a little okay.
This by all means does not happen every day or every weekend for that matter. But, at times mommy cooks me my very own spinach omelet with piggy chow on the bottom of my piggy feed bowl. Doesn’t it look delish? Trust me, it is!
If I’ve been especially good, she will put on her cook hat and toss some eggs around. Daddy gets one too – minus the piggy chow – snorts.
Most days though, I have a combination of Cheerios and piggy chow.
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Here is my snack bowl that dad will fix me during the week at times. You can see my piggy plate better in this picture. Dad gives me rice cakes, carrots and grapes. Again, not every day.
My snack during the day changes according to what is in the pantry here at the Hotel Thompson. Looks good, huh? Sometimes I have to watch daddy because he will eat my snacks as he fixes my plate – how could he huh?
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For special occasions like my birthday, I get the platter of my dreams like this picture to the left. Who needs a birthday cake when you have all of my favorites rolled up into one delicious piggy plate?
Bananas, strawberries, grapes and watermelon. Licks lips! Too bad birthdays only come once a year!
If I’m lucky, mommy will fix a tub of this deliciousness so I can eat on it the entire week. Usually when she goes shopping, this is how she does my food. She packages it for the week so all dad has to do is pull out a container for me. It makes it easier for him since he takes care of me during the week when mommy is at the worky place.
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This plate to the right is my normal dinner. A great salad topped with carrots, tomatoes and piggy chow on the bottom. I ❤ my dinner plate. Doesn’t it look delicious. You want some, don’t you? Usually mommy will fix me my plate while she is fixing her salad.
And I love me some snacks. I can be bought and persuaded to do almost anything with any of the following – Gold Fish (Crackers not sushi – snorts), animal crackers, an apple slice or okay – just about anything.
But for your amusement, there is a rule here at the Hotel Thompson. Don’t eat in front of the pig unless you plan on sharing with the pig. Snorts – you’ll see once you look at this video. Enjoy my friends and I hope you learned something about this little oinker that you didn’t know.
To putting that Evil Elf on the Shelf back in the attic – if he makes it! I thought we had it bad here at the Hotel Thompson until I saw this picture on the internet. I’m not sure what evil soul posted it but shivers… that’s just wrong on SO many different levels.
Our little evil guy, Don Juan, was into lots of trouble this weekend. He almost gave mommy a heart attack Saturday morning. She was in the kitchen and was starting to fix me a spinach omelet – what? It’s one of my favorites 🙂 She got the eggs out of the refrigerator, opened the container and guess who was in the carton? You guessed right – Don Juan. She jumped pretty high for a girl. I was surprised.
On Sunday morning, Don Juan was MIA (missing in action). We all thought that was a good thing. Perhaps he got lost in transit in reporting back from the North Pole. Maybe he made a wrong turn and got hid by a reindeer. We had high hopes. Our day was going along pretty well. That is… until daddy went out front to get the paper.
Who does he find outside on the front porch writing his name into the front porch with his winkie? Shakes my piggy head. Something has to be done to this little Don Juan. What’s worse, daddy brought him back inside of the Hotel Thompson. This was our chance to get rid of the evil little elf… but no – daddy felt pity on him because it was the Christmas season. Really dad? Really? Perhaps he should sleep with you tonight then… on the sofa.
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Friends, we have to ban together. There’s only a couple of more days before the big day. I am WAY open for suggestions on this juvenile delinquent elf. Desperate times call for desperate measures. HELP me before it’s too late.
I am speechless. If you have known me for any length of time, you know that is almost impossible. I opened up my comments this morning and was granted the most sincere message. I was posted with the Bouquet of Three Awards. After getting my wits together and getting over being speechless, I squealed so loud that I think the rafters in the Hotel Thompson shook. I took off running to find daddy so I could tell him. We were ALL so excited.
Wandering Jouster (WJ as we like to call her) at http://wanderingjouster.com nominated me for the Bouquet of Three Awards. THREE awards at one time – this may go to my little piggy head – snorts. Thank you so much WJ for making my morning and starting my weekend off on the right hoove. This is a wonderful gift on a Friday!! She nominated this little piggy and wrote about me, “A little bit spoiled pig, loves enjoys talking about his/her misadventures. “
Snorts – yep I guess I would resemble that remark – snorts. I do love talking about my misadventures and sharing them. But spoiled – who’s spoiled – looks around innocently – snorts giggles.
Let’s go over the rules of the award:
Display the Award Certificate on your website/blog. Check – see above
Announce your win with a post. Make sure to post a link back to me as a thank you for the nomination. Check – see above
Present up to 15 awards to deserving bloggers. Check – see below
Drop them a comment to tip them off after you have linked them in the post. Check 🙂
Post 7 interesting things about yourself. Check – see below
Simple enough, right? This is so much fun! Let’s nominate some friends. I wish I could nominate ALL of my friends here. I really hate having to choose only 15 friends. That’s hard on a little pig! I never want to leave anyone out ever! I consider all of you very close to me and I love you all. If your name is not listed – don’t be upset – consider yourself awarded as well 🙂
My friends at http://sweetdaysundertheoaks.com/ – go check out the beautiful photography on this page. The last one is of the rain. You can almost feel the rain touching you and the coolness outside.
My friends at http://thedancingrider.wordpress.com/ – Talk about a post that has the love of two very close things – ballet and horses. A very special friend here ((Hogs and Snout Kisses!)
My friends at http://thek9harperlee.wordpress.com/ – Miss Harper Lee – if only I was a barky thing! She’s spunky. She’s gorgeous. She’s a Golden Retriever God! Check her out and you will be hooked too!
My friends at http://themisadventuresofmisaki.wordpress.com/ – Misaki is a beautiful Alaskan Malamute. Do you know how you meet someone and you feel like you’ve know them all of your life? This is how I feel about Misaki and her humans.
My friends at http://freerangecow.com/ – Chloe is a traveling ‘cow’ who goes everywhere – rock concerts included. She reminds me of my little Bashful, the rolling stone.
My friends at http://easyweimaraner.wordpress.com/ – Easy!! Easy is my buddy – I guess you could say we are brothers from a different mother – snorts. Our humans think along the same lines and well that spells T.R.O.U.B.L.E.
My friends at http://dinz1234.wordpress.com/ – Fozzie from down under. He’s the bestest. We’ve met just recently and it’s been non-stop every since.
My friends at http://gentlestitches.com/ – Sharon is the most creative person I think I know. Some of the things that she can make with her own two hands are unbelievable!! You *have* to check out her creativity and some of the ‘friends’ she has 🙂
My friends at http://wileyschmidt.com/ – Wiley!! Wiley is a terrier mix. He is so loving, so caring and his heart is so huge!!
Seven interesting tidbits about myself – the amazing pig – snorts
1. I don’t like the feel of grass on my hooves. It’s a texture thing – shivers.
2. I have a king size Egyptian cotton sheet that is like my security blanket.
3. Mom’s fixes me the best spinach omelets 🙂 Yep, she cooks for me.
4. Mom has a painted picture of my snout in her office at the worky place.
5. Daddy gives me animal crackers throughout the day while mom is working
6. I have my own television in my own bedroom and I know how to work the remote.
7. I have *my* own pet. His name is Bashful and he is my pet rock. He travels on field trips.
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.
Yawns. What was that noise? What woke me up? I lay here in my bed and stretch. Oh my – either my legs are getting longer or my bed is getting smaller. What is up with that. Surely I can’t still be growing. 
I take off down the hallway and stop in my tracks. What? Where are my stairs? There’s nothing here but a long hallway. I go into the living room and look around but my nose tells me there is food coming from the kitchen. I poke my head into the kitchen and walk through sniffing. That’s when the voice tells me, “Hey Sunshine.” I tell you, I had to look around. Who is Sunshine? I’m Easy. That’s when the voice puts down an amazing looking array of food – eggs? Oh yeah – I like this room service. Eggs with spinach and some kind of nuggets. I quickly snarfed it down and looked up. Now to think of it, the call of nature is like calling big time. I was at the point of crossing my legs by this time. Can’t this woman see the whites in my eyes floating? I need to use the facilities BIG time. I walk through the kitchen and see the back door. I brush up against it and plead to this woman. Finally she gets the drift. “Oh Bacon, you want to go out and play this early?” No woman – I need to PEE – let me out – let me out – let the weimaraner out!
I run out the back door and almost fell down the stairs of the porch. Where am I? This isn’t my backyard. Although it does look magical – what is that over in the corner? Is that a squirrel? I gotta go meet him and I take off running towards him. Can you believe the guy doesn’t move. It’s like he knows me or something. He even talked! “Hey Bacon, how’s it going this morning?” Who is this squirrel? Before I could say anything he further said, “Well have a great day pig, I gotta go work on some important holidays for your blog.” What? Who does he think is, Journalist Rocky the Squirrel – barks atcha my friend.
A talking squirrel – now I’ve seen everything. I shook myself, marked some territory and went back to the door. What the heck did I eat last night to give me these illusions? Those mushrooms had to be psychedelic mushrooms – yeah that’s it. Remind me to never eat those again – ever!
After a while, she said she had to go to work and did I want my television on in my bedroom? What a television all to myself in a room all to myself. You have got to be kidding. Now this part of the nightmare I could get used to… snorts – I mean barks. I gotta get my barky thing checked out. I’m going back to bed.
This weekend started off like every other weekend. We slept in a little – okay I slept in a lot. I was tired from that little pooch – you know performing my nightly ritual of subliminal messaging to him is hard work – snorts with piggy laughter. This morning, I just couldn’t get up and get going for breakfast. So mom did something wonderful… something terrific… something special for this little oinker. She served *moi* breakfast in bed. Can I get an aaww or perhaps a hallelujah? Of course – these bananas were just the start. You know how much I ❤ my bananas. But no, the main star was something else.
Of course daddy grunted because he doesn’t get breakfast in bed – snorts. Before I snarfed it down, I had to take a picture of mom’s masterpiece to show you that the woman does have skills in the kitchen. She made me a fresh spinach omelet on top of my piggy chow. And let me add – it was so piggy lip licking good! You want a bite, don’t you? Go ahead. You can admit it.
This morning before work, mommy actually got up and fixed breakfast. Omelets for everyone is what she said – snorts. She fixed daddy his omelet and then made me my special omelet – look at that delicacy – it should be in a magazine ❤ It’s a spinach and two egg omelet. Is your mouth dripping now in desire?
This plate to the right is my normal dinner. A great salad topped with carrots, tomatoes and piggy chow on the bottom. I ❤ my dinner plate. Doesn’t it look delicious. You want some, don’t you? Usually mommy will fix me my plate while she is fixing her salad.
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