Barks my friend!! I hope you had an awesome week in your neck of the woods. It has done nothing here but rain and then rain some more. If this keeps up, I’m going to have to get some floaters for my arms and start building a boat. It’s that watery here at the Hotel Thompson. I wanted to take a look back at that shirt mom got me that said, “Mommy’s Trouble Maker”. I want to share Exhibit A in said picture. If I’m a trouble maker, why am I protecting mom at night when she sleeps. See I saddle up as close as I can to her at night touching her to make sure no boogeyman gets to her. Cause you know said boogeyman would have to go through me first. See, all of this protection as in her bodyguard and I don’t see her complaining about that, right? I may need to see if I can find that shirt and take care of it this weekend. I’m just sayin! If it should disappear no one would ever know… right? Barks and rolls with puppy laughter.
Go ahead my friends. Follow the instructions on this nice man’s shirt. Snorts with piggy laughter. I told it to my dad and he followed the instructions. Hilarious I’m telling you. I know – I know – piggy payback will be big time – snorts
Okay my friends – I have to ask. Do you think I should buy this for the little guy here at the Hotel Thompson – Houdini? Don’t you think that he would just look absolutely cute as heck wearing this? Snorts – too much? Not enough?
He’s an alright kind of guy – don’t tell him I said that. You know we share a bedroom. Do you know that he snores? For a little six pound pup, he can shake the rafters. Really, pig’s honor. I’m not lying.
I just thought if I bought him a shirt – since he likes to dress up – it might show him that I do kind of like him… for a puppy.
So what do you think – yes or no for the shirt? Snorts – happy Saturday!
We have a real mystery here Scooby Doo. I need all of my crime solving friends to come help please. The biggest mystery has happened this week here at the Hotel Thompson. Dad’s favorite t-shirt is missing. Gone. No where to be found. MIA. No forwarding address – disappeared like it was in a magical act.
Like every Friday morning, dad gathered all of the laundry around the house, including his favorite t-shirt, for the wash. He does the same thing every Friday. Nothing unusual there. Clothes went in the washer and later he transferred everything to the dryer.
That’s when the mystery started. After all of the clothes were folded and put up, he couldn’t find his favorite shirt. I do say *his* favorite shirt because mommy can’t stand it – snorts. She says that there are more holes in his favorite shirt than in Swiss cheese. That’s a lot of holes. He says it’s comfortable and he loves it. Once upon a time, it had a picture of his old college – Georgia State University. But, he’s worn it so much that the picture has faded and it has become really ventilated. He even tries to wear out in public. Mommy says that people are going to think that she doesn’t clothe him or he doesn’t have any other clothes. He just laughs at her and tells her she doesn’t understand. Does your human daddy do this?
He calls mommy at our normal 3:00pm timespan when I wake up from my afternoon nap. He tells her about his favorite shirt being MIA. He’s actually heartbroken! Of course, she feels his pain but secretly between you and me, I think she was jumping for joy in her office that it was gone.
I kept sniffing around the house trying to find it all afternoon but no luck. When mommy came home, she had to look for it before she could even start dinner. I helped her with the search by following her around the house and giving her guidance and encouragement. You know a snort snort here – a snort snort there. Okay, it was almost comical but we had to be somewhat serious to help daddy out.
It was time for me to put on my sherlock costume and do some real investigation with mom. Our first place was the laundry room where the crime took place. Since she was tall, she checked out the washing machine while I did more ground work around the washer and the dryer. We both came up with nothing. WOW – it’s like it vanished in mid-air. Nothing – no clues at all. This is weird.
Then we went to the bedrooms. I followed her like the faithful sleuth I am as her sidekick snorting all the way. She checked the closet as I checked the floor and bed areas. Again, nothing at all. We just looked at each other in wonder and awe – maybe secretly grinning because said t-shirt had found a way of its own to disappear and neither of us had anything to do with it.
But all of this searching, had my pot belly rumbling. I snouted mom’s ankle and gave her my pleading ‘feed me before I shrink and wither away’ look. We called off the search to start dinner. Hey, a pig has to eat to keep up this investigations. After dinner, we would regroup.
Well, that was the plan. It just didn’t work that way. I ate too much – who would have guessed that? I needed some major snuggle time with mom on the couch. My belly needed to be rubbed and I needed a power nap. Well, needless to say we both got comfortable and fell asleep on the sofa together.
I really need some help my friends. These are the last known pictures of dad’s favorite t-shirt. Have you seen it??
Oh and by the way, the remote control for the television in the front room is also missing. This is quite a mystery we have here at the Hotel Thompson.
Hello fellow friends of Bacon. My name is Bashful and most of you know me by now. I’m Bacon’s pet rock. Yep, even he has his own pet. Sometimes when he is napping, I get to play on his computer. I’m a smart rock like that. I found Sir Pig a Rock <to the right> when I was surfing the net today. Isn’t he the cutest?! I think Bacon would have a little oink fest if he got to meet Sir Pig a Rock. I have an email out to him to see if he travels on field trips to come for a visit.
I’m really digging my new life here at the Hotel Thompson. There is always something going on and everyone is so nice and friendly. The purr things love to play with me and push me around the house. It’s really a fun game. We even play hide and seek a lot. Sometimes I win when I hide in the litter box or the fish tank.
The purr things even got me a t-shirt to wear and I love it. Bacon is not too sure about it but it’s so soft! Bacon says it has a double meaning from what “I” think it means and what the purr things think it means. I’m not sure what he means by all of that – confused rock here.
I have some exciting adventures coming up in the next couple of weeks. I’m getting to go on some field trips with Bacon’s mom and dad. They have a list of places that I have to go see and report back to Bacon. I can’t wait – I’m pretty excited about it. Bacon said that it would be a learning experience. He wants me to post about it so everyone can see what I’ve been doing. I’ll be sure to do that.
Thanks for listening to me rumble. Have a great rock of the day! Bashful
I saw this t-shirt on the internet last night. I pleaded with mom to get it for me… you know especially since I have Bashful. Mom said she would think about it.
What say ya’ll? Bashful is getting there. He already knows all of these things plus some! And let me tell you, that rock can skip! He was skipping all over my room last night that mommy thought it was me walking around. I think I’ve found my dance partner in crime!