My Bedtime

Bedtime at the Hotel Thompson is really a good time for me.  You’re probably thinking, “What is that pig talking about now?”  You see, I’m a kid at heart but when it comes to bedtime mommy makes it fun.  Therefore, I don’t mind going to bed.  Does that make sense now to you?  No?  Okay, here’s the scoop.

When mommy tells me it’s bedtime and to go get ready for bed, I usually jump off of the sofa where I’ve been sitting with her and stumble down the hall to my bedroom.  I do my business on my wizzy pad, yawn a couple of times and jump in bed.  Then mom comes in, tucks me in and reads me a story until I fall asleep.  See picture to the left – that’s me all smiling from my bedtime story.  And yes, that’s my favorite king size Egyptian cotton sheet.  I ❤ that sheet!

Then after I’m asleep, sometimes mom goes into the connecting room to my bedroom.  She turns on her little pink light and keeps the door open so she can see me.  And yes I said pink light – snorts.  She likes the ‘lightness’ of the lamp and you know the full light would wake this little oinker.  Then she starts her writing.  Now, when she does this you would think that it would wake me up but it doesn’t.  It’s kind of like when humans fall asleep with the fan on in their bedroom.  It’s what they call ‘white noise’ and helps you sleep.  And if mom is working up a storm, the tap-tap-tap of the keyboard is like this ‘white noise’ to me.  It kind of comforts me.  For you to experience it this ‘white noise’, I had mom record it for you.  Tell me what you think.  Is it comforting to you?

 

They Call Me Tiny Swine Dancer

Check out my jazz hooves – I gotta keep it moving – shaking it to the right – shaking it to the left – shake your hiney.  No need for a reason – come on my friends – shake your hiney – uh huh – that’s it – move it – move it.

I think I can busta move like no one’s business.  They call me the party pig.  I’ve even been known to get mom up from the couch and shake her bon-bons with me.  You know you want to get up with me now and dance, don’t you?  Go ahead, no one’s looking.

 

I like ballet. 

I’ve seen some famous Russian ballet dancers like Anna Pavlova,  Mikhail Baryshnikov and Rudolf Nureyev perform.  They are totally awesome!  I can’t believe they dance and move so freely on their itty bitty toes.  I’m not a big fan of the tights because well we all know that my pot belly is not made for them.  It would show all of my fat rolls in a bad way.  Also, my hooves won’t allow me to dance like them but I found a sweetheart that looks great in a tutu.  If only I could meet her in real life – I think we could dance the night away.  Hubba Hubba my sweets

 

  I like square dancing.

This type of dance is done all over the world!  Hey, when they play the upbeat music the announcer tells you what to do.  As long as you know the moves, your’re good to go.  And if you don’t know the moves, it’s easy to pick up and flow.  I think it’s fun when they say things like:  swing your partner; bow to your partner and bow to your corner; do sa do; promenade and partner trade.  So much fun!

 

I like tap dancing.

This I *can* do.  In fact, my floor in my bedroom is like a tile that echoes nicely when I attempt to tap dance.  I’m not calling myself a Sammy Davis Jr or  a Gregroy Hines but I think I can keep up with them.  Every since I watched Mumble in Happy Feet, I absolutely knew that this dance was made for me – for sure!

 

I like Broadway dancing. 

Of course I can’t hold up to the greats like Fred Astaire, Ginger Rogers, Ann-Margret or Patrick Swayze for that matter.  I’m not what do they say – light on my hooves.  Although I do love to watch them on television.  They don’t just dance – they float!  It’s remarkable to watch them.  They make it look so easy.  Very talented people – very talented!

 

I like to WATCH belly dancing.

Snort – that’s right I said it.  I like to *watch* belly dancing.  Did you really expect me, a male pig, to say I like to belly dance – snort.  Nope, not me.  Although, like I said – I do like to watch it when mom attempts to do it.  Again, I said attempt.  I like it when she wears that shiny noisy thing around her waist and makes it sing.  That really piques this pigs interest. 

 

I like Pop dancing.

I have to bow out of this one though. My hooves really hold me back on this style.  And really, this little pig can not compare to some wonderful, talented people out there.  You know the ones like:  Michael Jackson, MC Hammer, Beyonce, and Janet Jackson just to name a few.  I love to watch them on MTV and I dream of one day performing like that, but that’s just it – a dream.

I hope you enjoyed my dance breakdown.  Which one do you prefer?