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Paw Time with Houdini

Welcome my friends to another week of Paw Time with Houdini.  I hope you had a terrific week full of fun and treats. Next week is leading up to something special – sshh come closer – mom’s birthday is next Friday.  Can you believe that she is going to be 25 again?  I was shocked too.  But that’s our little secret.

This week at the Hotel Thompson, I’ve learned some more new things.  First up, the rug near the front door is not suppose to be chewed.  Who knew huh?  Mom says it’s one of her favorite rugs and a certain little pooch now has teeth marks in it.  What?  Looks innocent.  I wonder who did that?  Bacon?  Hemi?  Mouse Girl?  But I have to tell you that rug is intriguing.  It calls my name and taunts me.  Really it does.  Have you ever had something like that calling your name and tempting you?  It’s harsh.

This next thing I’ve learned is something that scared mom – I’m not sure why.  She lives with us anipals so she should expect the unexpected, right?  Okay look at this picture – stunning me hanging out on mom’s cchhaaiisseee.  See here is the game.  I climb up on top and when mom walks by I jump out at her.  She catches me and then nuzzles my chin and belly.  Okay I admit the first time I did it, she was shocked and surprised.  But after that, she expects it now.  I don’t do it to daddy for obvious reasons.  I don’t think he would see me.  And I’m not afraid of jumping or daddy not catching me.  Nope not me.  I’m brave.  I’m afraid of the impact on the nice wood floor – barks!

See I am smart.  Don’t let my size fool you.  I’m not short.  I’m six pounds of fun size.

   And a special shout out today to Easy, mine and Bacon’s close friend and brother.  You are awesome!!  He sent me a gift for my birthday last week.  I got a package in the mail yesterday here at the crib.  All the way from France and made out to moi.  I was so excited.  I just knew it was from me.  Daddy opened the package and I was jumping all over the place telling him to hurry up.  After a gazillion hours, he finally opened it but NNOOO mom had to take a quick picture first.  BARKS!  Look at all of the goodies – a shirt, a handkerchief, Shit Happens bags, a card and a squeaky toy.  All of which say “HEART BREAKER”.  aawaw – you are awesome my sweet friend.  AND I ❤ it all… even the Shit Happens baggies… which will come in handy trust me.

 But you know what was my favorite, right?  The squeeze heart. Oh my dogs!  It’s the best.  It makes a different squeak than my other toys and it’s L.O.U.D.  It’s absolutely the best.  I played with it and played with it and then played with it some more.  In fact when mom put me to bed last night, she didn’t know I had put it in my bedroom.  She and the neighbors didn’t know until they heard me playing with it around 2:00 AM.  BARKS with laughter.  Hey I dog has to play right brother?  Thanks again my friend – you are the best!

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

 

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Dear Bacon

20131208-213049.jpgDear Bacon, Do you recognize this look my friend?  You know the doorbell rings but you are running around in your birthday suit.  You answer it from the corner wondering, “Who would come over without calling first” kind of look in your face.  You are secretly wishing it’s a girls scout selling cookies but oh no – it’s only someone selling something.  You give them this eat crap and die look before shutting the door.  No offense solicitors but unless you have thin mints, go to the neighbors house.  Signed Don’t Bother

Dear Don’t Bother,  YES I recognize that look.  Once all of the humans have settled into the Hotel Thompson, it’s a no bother zone unless you phone first – especially after dark. Shivers – I’ve seen too many shows on the Investigative Discovery channel.  No way am I opening the door.  And you are right… unless they have thin mints.  They could be someone from a horror show but if they are selling thin mints, I’m grabbing the boxes


20131208-213126.jpgDear Bacon,  You know sometimes I really hate my siblings.  They tell me that I chase butterflies too often grinning like the Cheshire cat and singing Disney songs. What’s it to them?  Who’s a happy gator – this guy!  Can’t we all just be happy and get along?  Signed Chomp

Dear Chomp,  I’m with you my bud.  I’m singing Hakuna Matata right now in my head.  It’s such a happy song all about no worries for the rest of your lives.  If you don’t know it, I highly recommend you looking it up and playing it.  It’s great and perky – just a song for chasing butterflies.  Be yourself and don’t let your siblings bully you into something you’re not!


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 Dear Bacon, I’ve called this meeting here today to talk to you about your little brother Houdini.  You know us dogs have skills.  We can be your allies or we can be your enemies.  You don’t want us to be your enemies.  I’m just saying.  This face may look all cute and everything but my inner dog is 500 pounds just like Houdini’s.  You might want to rethink your relationship with the little guy.  We can come in handy for a lot of things.  Signed Fluffy

Dear Fluffy,  Oh my friend, there is no doubt about the skills of you pooches.  Houdini is my little buddy.  Sometimes I even let him sleep with me in my bed at night.  He’s a great guy and helps me out with the purr things here all of the time.  Especially that Hemi who uses my butt like a slapping post.  No worries – I know ya’ll rule!


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 Dear Bacon, Score for the little dog!  I’ve been watching the humans and where they get my food.  Oh barks!  One day when they weren’t looking, I was able to get into the bag of heaven and SCORE!  Oh dude – I was in puppy heaven for a while until the master caught me.  But by that time, I had eaten half of the bag.  I was so fat I couldn’t walk.  I was rolling around with a silly happy grin on my face.  You ever done this before?  Signed Rolly Polly

 Dear Rolly Polly,  Snorts!  I ❤ this my friend.  I’ve never gotten into the bag before.  But once when I was Nana’s, I ate so much that I couldn’t even squeak I was so pudgy.  I was uncomfortable for a while but like you – it was so worth it!


 

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Dear Bacon,  I hate it when the humans make me dress up.  We had to go to a wedding this past weekend and they insisted on me wearing a tux.  Really?  I’m a dog.  Rolls doggy eyes.  Tell me they don’t make you dress in this ridiculous outfit.  Signed Mister Doggy in the Wedding

Dear Mister Doggy in the Wedding – I have to admit pal that you make that tux look good.  Really you do.  Sometimes we have to do things that we really don’t want to do but need to do.  That was probably one of those situations.  I don’t particular have to dress up… yet.  But can you believe Houdini here has a tux. 🙂  It happens to the best of us.  Wear it with pride!


Remember my friends – we can’t have Dear Bacon without your letters and pictures.  Please keep sending them to me – snorts and thanks!

 
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Bacon’s Tales of Terror

Glad you could make it to this month’s edition of Bacon’s Tales of Terrors.  I was hoping that you would show up again… not be too afraid to read this month’s posting.  I bet you’re wondering what this graphic of a bunch of play mice has to do with todays Tales of Terror.

Do you remember a couple of months ago, I spoke about the mysterious ‘squeak’ here in the Hotel Thompson?  No?  There’s an unknown squeak.  It sounds like a pet toy that squeaks.  It goes off every once in a while, usually in the same room that everyone is in.  You don’t think that’s scary?  What if I told you that we don’t have any ‘squeaky’ toys inside of the Hotel Thompson.  That’s right – none, nada, zilch.

You see, several years ago we had a beautiful laborador here at the Hotel Thompson.  Her name was Honie Bear and she loved squeaky toys.  Not to play with but to destroy – snorts.  So mom/dad took up all of the squeaky toys throughout the house because they were afraid that Honie Bear would swallow the ‘squeak’.  Honie Bear went over the rainbow about four years ago.  Thus, mom/dad know for sure that there are no squeaky toys in this house.

But still, when things are quiet and everyone is in the same room together – even the purr things – they hear a squeak.  Usually it’s just one squeak.  It may go weeks or sometimes months without hearing it again.  It’s not a mouse squeak – it sounds like a real squeak.  And it gets the purr things attention.  They try to look around the room for it and they never find it.  Strange.  And it is still happening.  Mom/dad says that when Spring gets here, they are doing some major Spring cleaning to see if it shows up.  But until then, it’s a sound that everyone here finds mysterious.

And something else happened a couple of weeks ago here at the Hotel Thompson that makes you go hhmm.

We keep our bathroom door closed here due to the purr things wanting to get in there and play with the water.  Yep, you read that right.  The play things like to get into the bathroom and play WITH the water.  Shakes piggy head – we are a weird bunch here, huh?

Mouse Girl will go to the bathroom door, scratch on it and ‘call’ for daddy to come let her into the bathroom.  Daddy was busy this date and kept telling her not right now.  A few minutes of this went on and then it stopped.  Daddy thought that was strange.  So, he listened intently for a few minutes.  He heard what sounded like someone getting on the toilet in the bathroom.  If you have purr things, sometimes you will hear this.  It’s like a stepping stone for them to get on the sink where they can then play with the water.

Daddy shook his head.  Nah, the door was shut but yet he heard that noise.  He went down the hall to check on the bathroom.  The door was standing open, the light was on and Mouse Girl was on the sink playing with the water.  Daddy *might* have said WTF and I’m not sure what that means but he was a little shocked.  I mean, okay we can say that maybe the door wasn’t closed all of the way.  And we can say that Mouse Girl knows how to turn the water on.  But, the light.  How did the light get turned on?

Makes you go hhmmm doesn’t it?  Well, I hope you enjoyed my Tales of Terror on this 13th day of the month.  And today or tonight when you are home, make sure you pay close attention to the lights in your bathroom for fear of them turning on themselves 🙂

 
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Posted by on 03/13/2014 in Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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Bacons Tales of Terror

Count Baconula is back my friends!  Thank you so much for the overwhelming results of my poll on bringing back 31 Days of Spook next October 2014.  I had such a ball with it this year!  A suggestion was made by Easy at http://easyweimaraner.wordpress.com/ to maybe come up with a spook once a month.  Me and the humans discussed  it and what do you know – they agreed.  Thanks Easy!

It was further discussed what day could we do a spook posting.  Mom immediately said the 13th – I mean isn’t that the best day of the month?  Evil 13th – snorts.

So, today I bring you Bacons Tales of Terror – my first edition on the 13th.  I hope you enjoy it my friends.

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Today I’m going to talk about things that go bump in the night here at the Hotel Thompson.  This is a true story – I’ve actually heard it myself.  The first time it happened was about a year ago.  Mom, dad, the purr things and I were all sitting in the living room and it was early afternoon.  It was storming outside and the electricity had just went off.  The living room was dark, the rain was hitting the windows and you could hear the clapping of the thunder that was shaking our house.

Everyone is accounted for and out of the blue we heard a squeak.  It wasn’t a mouse or a toy.  We don’t have squeaky toys because someone – looks around innocently – likes to chew the toy until the squeak comes out and dies.  Therefore, we don’t keep anything ‘squeaky’ in the house because it might be a choking hazard for one of us anipals.  It was loud.  We couldn’t figure out where it came from.  And we all heard it because we anipals jumped on the floor to search for it.  It sounded like it was right in the room with us.  It was strange to say the least.  Shortly after, the electricity came back on at the house.  Weird but we wrote it off.

Then about six months later, it was late at night and we were all camped out in mom/dad’s bedroom on their bed.  It was quiet, there was no television on and mom/dad were just talking.  We heard it again.  And again it sounded like it was right in the room with us.  The same before – a loud squeak – and all of us anipals jumped up from a sleep position to standing up on the bed wondering where it came from.  We were mystified.

It’s happened twice now.  I’m not sure what it is or where it is coming from but it’s there.  It doesn’t sound like a ‘squeaky toy’ per say.  It doesn’t sound like one of us anipals “squeaking”.  It doesn’t sound like a mouse “squeaking” – it would be a huge mouse if it was my friends!  It happens quick and we never know when.  Both times it was towards nightfall, one time was a storm outside.  It’s just one weird sounding squeak and it seems to be in the room where we all are at the time.

Makes you wonder.  Do you have strange sounds in your home?  Things that go bump in the night that you can’t figure out?

 
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Posted by on 11/13/2013 in Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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