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Bacon’s Show and Tell

YAY – Welcome to February’s Bacon’s Show and Tell.  This month my brother Easy suggested to share the story about the day you (or your humans) were born.  This time around, I’m going to talk about the day I was born.  Alright my friends, bundle up around the keyboard for an adventure.

“It was September 15, 2011.  My mom, Bertha, was in the barn in Bruxton, Georgia.  I remember the world being dark and then all of a sudden there was light. I felt hay underneath me and I could feel my mom.  Her tongue started lapping at me and when she did, I let out my first squeal.  I was the last born in what they call our liter.  That was my first thoughts of being in the real world.

As a couple of days passed, I realized that my mom had her hooves full with my brothers and sisters.  And those brothers and sisters, they looked so much bigger than me.  They bullied me around and I learned real quick last one that saddles up to breakfast is the loser.  And unfortunately my little piggy body didn’t have the strength as the others.

I remember the farmers coming in the barn and watching a lot for the first couple of days.  They would whisper and point at me so I knew they were discussing what would happen.  The lady farmer finally said she had enough and took me into what she called the big house.

The big house was awesome.  The lady farmer was so nice and would feed me with a bottle some mushy stuff.  I assure you – this kind of service was a lot better than fighting with my siblings for the breakfast buffet with mom.  As the days passed, they said I got stronger and stronger.  I even adapted to living indoors and being held.  At that time, I even thought I had it made.

But everyday the farmers would come in and say that my siblings were being adopted out to families.  All except for me.  They kept calling me a runt.  I wasn’t sure what that was but sometimes it didn’t feel like it was a good thing.  The lady farmer kept saying there would be a day that my forever family would come for me too.  We just couldn’t give up hope.

Then one day, the lady farmer got a phone call.  It was some woman inquiring about piggies.  The lady farmer told the woman they only had one left that was a runt – but the piggy was so cute and loving – but looking for their forever home.  The woman asked the lady farmer to send her a picture and she did.  A short time later, the woman called back and I could hear her voice and how she oohheed and awweed over the picture.  After they hung up, the lady farmer told me that my forever family was coming for me the next day.  Who would have thought?!  I was the last to be born and the last to be adopted but I was going to have a family too.  But then I stopped with the excitement.  What if they didn’t like me?  What if I didn’t like them?

I hardly slept at all that night – part in anticipation and part regretting having to leave my first home.  Then, the moment came.  The woman on the phone showed up and I recognized her voice.  OMP!  As soon as I saw her, I was in love.  The lady farmer showed her how to hold me.  Once I was in her hands – it was like heaven and coming home.  I crawled up to her neck, breathed in a deep smell of her and gently went to sleep.  The lady farmer told my new mommy that meant I loved her.  And, we have never looked back again.

 
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Posted by on 02/25/2015 in Bacon, Bacon's Show and Tell

 

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Bacon’s Show and Tell – REMINDER

Oh my friends.  This is going to be a blast from the past on February’s Bacon’s Show and Tell.  My brother Easy sent me an email last week wanting to work together on this and it’s going to be great.  For February’s Show and Tell, we want you to share the story about the day you (or your humans) were born.  It’s not necessary to tell the year you were born.  Just talk about the day you were born.  What was going on?  Anything exciting happen that you will never forget?  Was it a rush to the hospital?  Was it a rush to the vet?  Tell us all about it on Wednesday, February 25, 2015.

Remember to link back to my blog and Easy so everyone can read about all of our stories.  Now, off you go to think hard about your story and to start writing it.  We *know* it’s going to be awesome!

 
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Posted by on 02/23/2015 in Bacon, Bacon's Show and Tell

 

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Bacon’s Show and Tell – Mark Your Calendars

Oh my friends.  This is going to be a blast from the past on February’s Bacon’s Show and Tell.  My brother Easy sent me an email last week wanting to work together on this and it’s going to be great.  For February’s Show and Tell, we want you to share the story about the day you (or your humans) were born.  It’s not necessary to tell the year you were born.  Just talk about the day you were born.  What was going on?  Anything exciting happen that you will never forget?  Was it a rush to the hospital?  Was it a rush to the vet?  Tell us all about it on Wednesday, February 25, 2015.

Remember to link back to my blog and Easy so everyone can read about all of our stories.  Now, off you go to think hard about your story and to start writing it.  We *know* it’s going to be awesome!

 
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Posted by on 02/11/2015 in Bacon, Bacon's Show and Tell

 

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Bacon’s Show and Tell – Mark Your Calendars

Oh my friends.  This is going to be a blast from the past on February’s Bacon’s Show and Tell.  My brother Easy sent me an email last week wanting to work together on this and it’s going to be great.  For February’s Show and Tell, we want you to share the story about the day you (or your humans) were born.  It’s not necessary to tell the year you were born.  Just talk about the day you were born.  What was going on?  Anything exciting happen that you will never forget?  Was it a rush to the hospital?  Was it a rush to the vet?  Tell us all about it on Wednesday, February 25, 2015.

Remember to link back to my blog and Easy so everyone can read about all of our stories.  Now, off you go to think hard about your story and to start writing it.  We *know* it’s going to be awesome!

 
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Posted by on 02/02/2015 in Bacon, Bacon's Show and Tell

 

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Bacon’s Show and Tell – Blast from the Past

Welcome to the first series of Bacon’s Show and Tell!  Thank you so very much for participating today.  And thank you to Christina for suggesting I put together a Blast from the Past Show and Tell.   Remember to link your blogs to this one so we can all share.  Today we are highlighting that one special toy and/or your first toy that you had as a child.

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Here is mom’s first toy ever!  She got it when she was a baby.  Isn’t it cute?  I told Fozzie mom had something from long, LONG ago that she looks at today and reminds us of our sweet friend Fozzie.  🙂 ❤

Mom had this toy as a baby and even chewed one of the ears off one time – snorts.  That’s my mom.  Teething on a kangaroo – snorts.  Thank goodness it went to the toy doctor and Dr Nana was able to fix it right back to where it was originally.

Mom has this toy in the workout room here at the Hotel Thompson.  She sees it every day when she walks the treadmill… AKA the monster as I like to call it.  I hope you enjoyed mom’s first toy my friends!

 
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Posted by on 06/30/2014 in Bacon

 

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Okay – Enough Dad but Thanks for the Help Really

Dad is so helpful.  He learned of my desire to lose a little weight to get ready for swimsuit season.  What does he do?  Threaten to put me on the family treadmill.  Really? 

He actually had the nerve to put my little fanny on the treadmill and turn it on low.  I didn’t know what to do so I started walking slowly.  He was all excited and thought he was doing something fabulous.  He was laughing so loud that mom came in to find out what he was doing.

 

Talk about having a fit.  Mom can squeek pretty loud when she wants to.  I never knew that – PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud).  I wasn’t in any harm and in fact I was kind of digging the treadmill.  It wasn’t going too fast, just good enough for me to keep up with on my short chubby little legs.  Well, mom didn’t like it.  She said no to the treadmill.  She turned it off and told me told get off.  I was all “aaww mom” but she didn’t want to hear it.

 

So, it’s back to pig aerobics in front of the television.  You know really, I think I can have this entire problem solved in just a few minutes.  If mom would just make me that cape, I could be Super Pig and get plenty of exercise!  Start my theme music please, “Here I come to save the day…”  Okay, that’s Mighty Mouse but I think it would work for me, don’t you?

XOXO – Bacon

 
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Posted by on 04/27/2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Never Again Will I Enter the Unknown

 

There’s one room in the entire house that is off limits to this spoiled little pig.  It’s mom and dads office/work out room.  They say there’s too many things in there that I can get into – I don’t know what they mean by that – looks around innocently.

This weekend, the door was slightly ajar.  I looked in the kitchen and there was no mommy.  I could hear dad in the shower singing.  I looked down the hall and the purr things were asleep in the bedroom.  I thought what the heck and pushed the door with my snout.  I didn’t go in at that time.  I just opened the door.  Nothing wrong with that, right.

There was a huge machine against one wall.  It had long arms on both sides, was black and looked like there some kind of walking rubber thing on the bottom.  Dad says during the week when he comes in this room he rides the beast.  He comes out all sweaty.  This has to be the machine that dad calls the beast.  It didn’t look too scary to me… just big.  I wasn’t interested in that… it involves sweat, huffing and puffing.  Not my kind of idea of a good time.  But still I didn’t go into the forbidden zone. 

I looked to the right and got a little startled.  There was a giant Mickey Mouse standing there looking at me – I thought I had gotten caught until I realized that it was a big stuffed animal.  Nice though, I liked it’s big yellow shoes.  I could have fun playing with that.  It made like 4 times little ole me.  But still I didn’t go into the forbidden zone.

I saw a floor fan.  Seen those before.  Nothing interesting there.

I saw a bag full of books.  Seen those before.  Nothing interesting there unless deviled Bacon comes out in a destructive mood and wants to do a little confetti shredding.  Not interested in that today.

Then, I saw it.  OMP!  (Oh my pig!).  I whimpered, snorted, crackled like a rooster and told my little legs not to fail me now.  I ran as fast as I could to my bedroom and jumped in my little crate.  That’s where my mommy found me shaking when she came in from outside. 

It was a scary thing I saw in that forbidden room.  I will *never* venture or peek in there again.  In fact, I think when I past that door, I may walk a little faster.  Shivers – the thoughts of what could happen.  Dad might get a wild hair up his bum and do that to me!  I better be extra good to him for a while.  Oh, you’re asking what do you see?

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Scary isn’t it? 

I guess that was the one fish that didn’t get away.

I guess dad was the Fish Whisperer that day.

I guess he didn’t exaggerate on the size of this one.

I guess this Fish Tail was true.

I guess this Fish trembled at the sound of dad’s name. 

 

I guess he was right when he says good things come to those who bait. 

I guess he can give up his books Hooked on Fishing and Fishing for Dummies.  

I guess that solves the problem of To Fish or Not To Fish – that is the question.

Okay – snort – enough fish one liners – hope you enjoyed them 🙂

 

 
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Posted by on 02/25/2013 in Uncategorized

 

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My Typical Day at Hotel Thompson, Part I

I’m older now so my routine at the Hotel Thompson has changed just a little in my normal day to day activities.  I thought I would share with you what my typical day is like, just so you can know me better.  Now that I’ve matured some – cough, cough I can’t believe I said that with a straight snout – I’m not as excitable as I once was.  I’ve kind of grown accustomed to my home and in running things.  It’s just a challenge some days of still letting the humans ‘think’ they run things – snort.   

This will be a two part posting.  I’ll post what I do the first part of the day today and the second part of the day will follow the next day.  So, here we go:

  • 6:30AM – I’m mom’s alarm clock during the week.  She hasn’t had to set her alarm clock to get up for work since the day she brought me home a little over a year ago.  Isn’t that awesome?!  I snort and squeal to get her up for the worky place, isn’t that nice of me to wake her up like that?  She calls me her Bacon alarm.  You can imagine being in a deep sleep and having me go off so early in the morning at a high pitch.  It has to be an unusual wake up call but mom has gotten used to it by now.  I’m also calling her for breakfast.  A piglet in the wild would do the same thing, call their mother for food.  She just gets a bonus of a Bacon alarm clock as well.
  • 7:00AM – Mommy/piggy time.  After I eat my breakfast of piggy chow and cheerios, I snuggle with mom on the sofa and we watch the morning news together.  What I don’t understand, she explains to me.  I especially love the traffic – I love all of those flashing lights on the television. 
  • 7:30AM – Mom takes me back to my room for my morning siesta and she gets ready for the worky place.  Usually by the time she leaves the house, I’m in a deep sleep.  Sometimes Hemi the purr thing will come in my room and sleep with me in the morning time.  It all depends if he is still sleepy from the night. 
  • 10:00AM – I finally wake up from my siesta.  I stumble into the front room to find daddy for my mid morning snack.  I burn a lot of energy dreaming of running in my sleep and need nourishment.  I find him and he usually gives me some kind of fruit.  On good days, I’m lucky and get cut up watermelon.  I love watermelon, especially the rind and juice.  I always want more but mom and dad always tells me that a snack is a snack, not a meal.  Sigh, I still beg for more.  It’s what I do.
  • 10:15AM – It’s time for the exercise.  It’s a dreaded thing in my life but I have to keep up with this fantastic body.  It takes a lot of hard work and diligence.  My dad goes to the workout room and hits the treadmill and I run throughout the house.  Dad has mentioned putting me on the treadmill to get my run in but mom keeps shooting him down.  I think one day it may happen.  You know what they say about what mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her – snort.  I run up and down the halls, throughout the rooms, in the laundry room and through the kitchen.  Sometimes me and Hemi play tag and chase each other.  During this running, I bark, squeal and have a fun time.  Mom and dad calls it exercise but I call it fun times at the Hotel Thompson!
  • 11:00AM – I’m tired now from that 45 minute of play time.  Dad is usually done with his workout and we hit the sofa to watch some television together.  Our favorite show right now is Excused.  It’s a riot!  We laugh so hard at some of things these people do.  Other times, dad has to cover my eyes because he says it’s PG (pig guidance) required.  He tells me not to tell mom that he lets me watch it but also tells me that I need to pig up, be a man and learn about these things.  He’s a cool dad.  After this show, we watch the noon news together.  Sometimes, I don’t even want to let mom out the door to go to the worky place with all of the weird things that happen out there.  I have to let her go though and believe that she can take care of herself.  My mom the hero. 
  • 12:30PM – Lunch time!  Dad usually fixes me piggy chow with veggies.  Doesn’t matter what kind of veggies.  I love them all.  After I eat, I’m usually worn out and tired.  I will go to my room for my afternoon nap.  During this time, dad gets his things done around the house that he needs to handle and also eats his lunch.  This is usually my longest nap during the day.  It’s hard taking care of this body.  I need all of the beauty sleep I can get!  Plus, I have to be well rested when mom gets home.
  • 3:00PM – I wake up from my nap and I’m excited.  After I wake up from my afternoon nap, dad always lets me call mom at the worky place.  This is the coolest time of the day.  He calls mom on the speaker phone so I can hear her.  When she answers, I go crazy snorting and talking to her on the phone.  She will talk to me and I will get quiet listening to her voice.  When she stops, I start talking again.  We don’t talk long but it’s enough to tie me over until she gets home.  I’ve been doing this all of my life and I think it really helps mom get through the day to hear me.  I think I inspire her to finish up her day at the worky place and get home to me and dad.  Afterwards, dad gives me another snack.  I then play with my squeaky toys, my bouncy balls and the purr things until mom gets home. 
 
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Posted by on 01/04/2013 in Uncategorized

 

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