Dear Bacon – What kind of joke is this? Do you see these mysterious copy dog’s on my bed? Please – there is only *one* king cat in this family. End of discussion. These have got to be imposters! Signed Lord Kitty
Dear Lord Kitty – How dare them try to get in on your royalty. I say push them off the bed. Show them who’s boss. I don’t think it will hurt them – snorts.
Dear Bacon – I’m really practicing on my please look. I think I *almost* have it down pact. What do you think? Would you give in and give me what I was begging for? Signed Please Sir
Dear Please Sir – Oh my! Oliver Twist has nothing on you my friend.
I think you have the “please sir may I have another look” down to a T. Really I do. Perhaps, I a mere piggy should take lessons from you.
With that pose, you are certainly going to get anything you beg for!
Dear Bacon – Just me hanging out with my lady love on a Saturday night watching some television. The humans think we look funny. What say you our pal? Signed Two in Love
Dear Two in Love – I say you two look hopelessly in love with all of your hearts. You don’t look funny at all. Maybe the humans are jealous?
Dear Bacon – If there is a box, we must fit. You know how us purr things can be. Who cares what came in the box, we want to be in the box. This is me and my brother doing what we do best. Do you like boxes as much as we do? Signed Twin Kitties
Dear Twin Kitties – That is adorable my friends. It really is. You got you a condo going on right there in that picture – snorts. Me, I don’t like ‘sleeping’ in boxes but I do love destroying boxes. Just give me five minutes alone with a box. That’s all I ask. I will have the bestest of all times!
OMP (oh my pig!)
Where has the movie been all of my piggy life? I found this movie, 3 Pigs and a Baby, on Netflix last night. It was released in March of 2008 and I *just* found it. Okay, I’ll give you that. I wasn’t born in 2008 but still. Any movie about pigs, that seems to be right up my alley, don’t you think?
For movie night last night, we all watched this movie and I have to say it was hilarious! I’m not sure who laughed the hardest, me, mom, dad, Hemi or Houdini. Have you seen this?! I give it five out of five snorts. It keeps you on your hooves with laughs, turns and twists.
The movie starts with part of the ending and then tweaks back to how it got to this point. You are asking what point? Well in the opening shot, the 3 little pigs are all tied together, hanging upside down over a boiling pot of water in the wolve warehouse. That’s a scary way to start the movie huh?
Then the story flashes back to what got the 3 little pigs to this situation. It goes through the original story.
The big bad wolf goes to Sandy Pig’s house made of hay. He tells Sandy Pig to open the door. Sandy Pig says not by the hair on his chinny chin-chin. The big wolf then huffs and puffs and blows the house down. Sandy Pig then runs to his brother Richard Pig’s house.
The big bad wolf then goes to Richard Pig’s house made out of sticks. He tells Richard Pig to open the door. Richard Pig says not by the hair on his chinny chin-chin. The big wolf then huffs and puffs and blows the house down. Richard Pig and Sandy Pig then run to their brother Mason Pig’s house.
The big bad wolf then goes to Mason Pig’s house made out of bricks. He tells Mason Pig to open the door. Mason Pig says not by the hair on his chinny chin-chin. The big wolf then huffs and puffs and blows the house down. But wait a minute, he can’t because the house is made of bricks. The big bad wolf is determined to get inside of the house of bricks so he climbs up to the chimney. His plan is to go down the chimney and thus he will be inside of the brick house. In the meantime, the 3 little pigs build a fire. Well, you can guess what happens. That big bad wolf won’t be huffing and puffing anymore – snorts.
But, that’s when the story takes a huge left turn and becomes a snort of a completely different movie. In fact, this movie has more twists and turns than a roadtrip in the mountains. Those big bad wolves are not giving up in getting those oinkers. They plan on infiltrating into the house of bricks by leaving a baby wolf in a basket at the doorstep in hopes that Mason, Richard and Sandy Pig adopt him. After some convincing, the 3 pigs adopt little “Lucky” as their own. Lucky has no clue that he’s a pig, he just knows he’s different.
Lucky goes to school at Pigville Academy and all is fine until he begins to be a teenager. Then he finds out he’s adopted – snorts. He learns that he is a wolf raised as a pig and he was adopted by Mason, Richard and Sandy Pig. Uh-oh Houston we have a problem.
Lucky runs away and finds the big bad wolves. They convince him, “To be a wolf , you have to be head to toe in fur, claws, and a… meat eater of gulp – PIG.” Oh no… this is not going to end well. They convince him that he needs to hide the key to the brick house under the mat on the harvest moon so they can take care of things… things that are a secret that they can’t talk about. Lucky agrees – thud piggy down! And later the big bad wolves convince Lucky that there will be a surprise party for his dads so he has to leave the key under the mat.
The Harvest moon comes and by this time, Richard and Sandy Pig have re-built their homes and moved out of Mason’s brick home. Mason and Lucky get into an argument and Lucky rides off on his motorcycle but not until after putting the key under the mat. And the Harvest Moon – it’s a sign for the big bad wolves to start their hunting season. So here we go again.
The wolves go to Sandy Pig’s house made of hay. They tells Sandy Pig to open the door. Sandy Pig says not by the hair on his chinny chin-chin. The wolves huff and puff and blows the house down. Sandy Pig then runs to his brother Richard Pig’s house.
The wolves then go to Richard Pig’s house made out of sticks. They tell Richard Pig to open the door. Richard Pig says not by the hair on his chinny chin-chin. The wolves then huff and puff and blows the house down. Richard Pig and Sandy Pig then run to their brother Mason Pig’s house.
The wolves then go to Mason Pig’s house made out of bricks. They tell Mason Pig to open the door. Mason Pig says not by the hair on his chinny chin-chin. The wolves then huff and puff and blows the house down. But wait a minute, he can’t because the house is made of bricks. But wait a minute, why huff and puff when you can just use the key under the mat to get into the house.
So here we are, right back to where the movie started. The 3 little pigs are tied up and hanging over a huge pot of boiling water. This is when the pigs find out that Lucky was planted in their home to get the pigs eventually in time.
At the last minute before the 3 little pigs are dunked into the hot boiling water, Lucky comes flying through the warehouse window on his motorcycle and saves his three dad’s. Of course the wolves aren’t happy about this and they take after the 3 little pigs who are headed to the brick house. A fight of sorts begins and things go a little hectic until Lucky makes a big speech.
After Lucky’s speech, the Pig Wolf Pact is signed dedicating pigs and wolves to a life of peace, love and understanding from here on out. And Lucky, he was lucky. Not only did he get three fathers with the 3 little pigs, he also got the adopted family of the wolves. All is good again in Pigville.
What a sweet and wonderful movie. I must buy this for my collection so that I can watch it over and over. It touched my little piggy heart and made me smile and snort. You gotta watch this movie!
Something tells me that this show is going to have a really bad ending – snorts.
You know, normally this day would not bother me. BUT, thanks to daddy I’m a nervous wreck this morning. For some odd reason, mommy gave him control of the television remote last night thus he picked movie night. He picked – you got it – Friday the 13th. Mommy tried to warn me that it wasn’t pig rated and I should go to my room and watch my television. I didn’t listen because I’m a big pig. Why didn’t I listen?? After the movie, which I might add is oh so scary!, dad gently reminded me that today is Friday the 13th. Gee dad, thanks so much for that wonderful and so caring reminder.
Today’s not scary. It’s just a date, right. Repeat after me. It’s just a number. Numbers are not scary. Numbers are our friends. Right? I’m trying to convince myself you that there is nothing wrong with today being that evil Friday the 13th. Really… it’s just a date.
There’s lots of Fridays in the month. There’s a 13th in every month. It happens every month. So what’s the big deal? Who am I trying to convince? Today is a scary day. It’s Friday the 13th! I’ve watched the movie and what has been watched can not be unwatched.
And dad, he is milking this day for all of what it is worth. He is SO not helping. I know you are just paying me back for all of the times that I have ‘barked’ and oinked at you. For all of the times that I wouldn’t share mommy with you. I know pay back is bad.
But really, I woke up to this mask hanging on my bedroom door. Are you trying to give this little pig a heart attack so early in the morning? You knew I was already flipping out with the date and the movie. Bad daddy – bad!
Then daddy, if you really are my daddy – snorts, you fixed me breakfast this morning. I should have known you were up to no good by doing that. You never fix me breakfast – always mommy. And everyone, you’re probably thinking that was real sweet of ole dad doing that, right? Until he called me for breakfast. “Jason, your breakfast is ready.” Really? You’ve gone just too far with that one dad of mine.
And then dad said to mom, “Hey, let’s go to Camp Crystal Lake this weekend?” Thud – piggy down. Dad, I will pay you back with this date. Really, I will.
Happy Friday the 13th my friends.
Happy Saturday my dear sweet friends. 
Today is the last day of September and the spooky month of October starts tomorrow. I wanted to give you a heads up about October. October is going to be a busy month for this little piggy.
I skyped a witch and she even saw me in her crystal ball. Even she knew I was up to something before mom and dad did. You see, I’m going to have 31 days of Spook on my blog. I’m personally going to highlight scary movies, television shows, legends, monsters and other things that go bump in the night. I might even quiz you on some of them so be prepared. Start brushing up on your trivia. I hope it will be fun for everyone.
So, happy last day of September my friends. Welcome to Spooky October! Evil snort
Oh shivers! This week it has been Shark Week on the Discovery Channel. We have watched a lot of the shows. Shows that highlighted when sharks attack. Shows that highlight guys/gals going down in the ocean in shark cages feeding sharks by hand. Shows that highlighted HUGE sharks. Shows that highlight sharks that bit people and showed the bites – shivers.
Then if that wasn’t bad enough, mom got a wild hair over the long weekend and decided to watch ALL of the Jaws movies. Really mom? Not just the original Jaws with “We’re going to need a bigger boat”, but all of them – Jaws 2, Jaws 3 and then Jaws Revenge. Shakes piggy head. Snorts – but us anipals stood by her side and watched with her. Double evil snorts – I even called Houdini Shark Bait. Now *that* was funny.
After this week of watching all of these shows, I had a dream about surfing. It was a nightmare! There is no way this little oinker is going anywhere near the beach. Heck, I may even rethink getting in my piggy pool or the bathtub for that matter!
Have you watched any of these shows on television? Any favorites? Any experiences of seeing sharks in real life? Have you seen them at the beach?
Dear Bacon – ssss safety first is what I always hiss. My human friend sss says the same thing. You always buckle upsss the important things in your life when you get into the car. Anipalsssss are no different. Remember that my friend – ssss safety first. Signed Mr. Slithers
Dear Mr. Slithers – Gulps – of course. I agree strongly with you safety first. That’s why I would *always* let you ride shot gun up front with the human – always. In fact, I would go as far as saying I would always let you go with the human period. I’ll just pass on this ride. I get car sick at times anyway. Safe travels to you and yours. Gulps and slowly backs out of this letter.
Dear Bacon – My human must die. There it is. Plain and simple. He put this stupid contraption on me and now I look like a cat. Really?! A cat? That’s as creative as you can get my human? Just wait until you go to sleep and you will go to sleep sometime. Signed Jax
Dear Jax – Oh my piggy heavens. Dude, your owner is very brave to dress you up like that and then to take you out in public and THEN to take your picture. Clicking my tongue. Yes you are right. He must pay tonight.
Dear Bacon – That’s it. We are ready. It’s bad enough that we have cats chasing us around the house and inside of the house. Now when we go out in the field, squirrels are trying to get us too. This means war. Bring on the hamster troops. Cats and squirrels are going down! Signed Troop End of Destruction
Dear Troop End of Destruction – Pardon me sir but I must ask. Where do you find those cute little guns and fatigues?? Ok, I know you are trying to look tough but squeals with piggy excitement. You are just way too cute to be making any havoc out there in the killing fields. Can’t you solve this war without tragedies? Come on. I bet ya’ll can talk this out in a peaceful manner. Sure you can! I have faith. I can call Dr. Phil for you. I’m sure he can get you on the show.
Dear Bacon – There I was playing with Mr. Spock and all of a sudden his leg started to spontaneously shoot out white stuffing. I’m not sure what happened but I knew we needed a medic STAT. That’s where I jumped in with my scrubs and got to work patching up Mr. Spock. He didn’t feel a thing during the operation. And look, his leg will be fine in a couple of days. It was a close call indeed Mr. Spock. Signed Dr. Kirk
Dr. Kirk – I know that was a tough call my friend. Thank goodness nothing beamed you up. That would have been a tight predicament to be in and oh thank goodness you were on call for the surgery. Can you imagine how Mr. Spock would look if you had to amputate his little leg? The horror!
Dear Bacon – I have got to quick partying all night with the dogs in the neighborhood. I’m not sure what people are putting in their commodes anymore. We all went out for a few drinks and the next thing you know, I woke up like this. Of course my friends took pictures to blackmail me with in the future. I’m not sure what happened or what her name is. I need help. Really I do. It was a ruff situation this morning doing the walk of shame. Signed Fido
Dear Fido – Oh dude. I would say you need therapy. You gotta stop drinking the strange stuff in commodes. You just never know what might be in there. You don’t want a repeat of this night. Oh my goodness. Are you going to call her at least?
Oh friends, here’s another Texts from Bacon that you can’t miss out on. The things that are communicated here at the Hotel Thompson never stop. It’s like living in a circus sometimes! Hope you enjoy. My texts are in blue and mom’s are in white. Have a great weekend – I can almost see the light from here on the couch!
Piglove 