Bashful – he’s a good pebble. He tries to stay out of trouble. Sometimes it works – sometimes not so much. Last night, we were playing hide and seek in the house. I can’t tell you how many times I walked by the table and saw this napkin. It never dawned on me one single time that the little fella would be underneath it sleeping.
The only thing that *finally* gave him away was that he had to go to the potty. If it wasn’t for that, he would still be under the napkin on the table hiding. And mom/dad, they weren’t much help. I think dad was actually the one that suggested that great hiding place. Where’s dad when *I* want to hide, huh? Perhaps I should hide dad’s remote control and see how he likes to hunt for things for hours at a time – snorts.
Just another fun night at the Hotel Thompson. How was your night?
Today for my afternoon nap, dad tucked me in bed with some celery and carrots and I watched The Three Little Pigs on my flatscreen. I know it’s old school from the 1930’s but I love Mr. Disney and his movies. This is like the upteenth time I’ve seen movie and I have some thoughts.
Let’s talk about the pig names first. Practical Pig, Fiddler Pig and Fifer Pig. Really? Did you know that they even had names? Couldn’t come up with something unique like Bacon, huh? Ham, Sushi and Maxwell were taken?
So Fiddler Pig plays the fiddle and Fifer Pig plays the flute. – puts my hoove to my head – how original. They went the cheap way and made their houses of straw and sticks. They did it quickly so they could play their lovely musical instruments all day long. What a party that must have been!
Then let’s discuss something that’s kind of ironical. Did anyone else notice this scene in the movie? Do you see “Father” in the photograph on the wall? Really? Mr. Disney bravo to you for having such a wicked sense of humor. Goodness, it took me almost 3 times watching to catch this. I asked mom what did it mean? Was that their father? I didn’t quite understand. Mom said that when I got older she would explain. Translation – it’s something bad.
Leave it to Practical Pig to build his house of brick. He tried to warn his two little brothers who wanted to play all day but they didn’t listen. They went on with their little jamboree while Practical Pig spent the extra money and time and built for the future not for the moment.Then enter the big bad wolf. Practical Pig tried to warn Fiddler and Fifer Pig but they didn’t want to listen. That big bad wolf puffed and huffed and blew the house of sticks and house of straw down. What did the brothers do? Run to brother’s house to have him save them. Of course, Practical Pig *always* has an exit plan. Big Bad Wolf didn’t want to listen and tried his best to get in the house finally thinking he had a way through the fireplace. I bet he was surprised when he dropped in for dinner and HE was the dinner!
So bottom line on this story. Apparently this big bad wolf didn’t meet my ancestors – PigBrutus, PigSpartacus and PigDynomite. They don’t put up with much bull from anyone. They learned from great, great, great, great Uncle PiggyJohnWayne.
So, do you see the story in a different light now? Do you understand my thoughts? What are your views?
Happy Tuesday my friends. Sometimes we just need a little something extra to make us laugh, to put an extra step in our giddy up, you know just something to amuse us to make us chuckle. I have looked far and wide and found something that is guaranteed to make you smile.
I looked all over the internet in search for the one thing that you would look at and just burst out in automatic laughter. I think I found it. I showed it to dad – he almost fell off the couch. That was a good sign on the amusement scale. I showed it to mom. She was putting on make up and let’s just say the eye liner didn’t all go on her eyes because she was laughing so hard. I showed it to the purr things. Even *they* laughed hysterically!
So my friends, here is the test. Here is my pal that can be rented out at parties. He is guaranteed to make you laugh. Please get out your singles and have them ready for the entertainment. May I present to you – Stripper Tiny!
It’s been a while since I’ve posted this but I think I should again. Mom and dad get a lot of questions about moi – a pig that lives in the Hotel Thompson. People think that we are dirty/messy and can’t believe it when I say I live inside full time and prefer my comforts such as air conditioning, heat and of course my sweet television.
Here are some questions that we get asked a lot. I thought we would answer some of them for you. Hope you enjoy these my friends 🙂
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(1) Do I smell? No. Did you know that pigs are actually clean animals. We are very careful that we do not mess where we sleep or eat. I have an entire room and my sleeping quarters are on the opposite side of my wizzy pad. Mom and dad keep up with cleaning my room on a regular basis and of course I help. So no, I nor my room smell.
(2) Do we sweat? Did you know that pigs don’t sweat? We are actually unable to do so. That’s why you see pigs on the outside waddling in mud or water to keep cool. I, myself, have air conditioning and heat inside. Mom and dad makes sure that the temperatures are good for me. Not too cold and not too warm. If I get cold, I will snuggle under blankets and hide.
(3) Do pigs dream? Of course we do. We dream much as humans do. Sometimes when I’m on the couch with mom, she touches and holds me. She can feel me jumping and dreaming. She says it cute.
(4) What do we ‘do’? Well, I’m much like any other animal. I love to sleep, I enjoy watching television and listening to music. I play chase with the purr things and mom. I chase balls and I love getting piggy massages. I like to be held and touched. I really love to sit on the couch with mom watching television after dinner. This is one of my favorite things in the world. Normal things that your dog probably likes to do. I do spend a lot of time in my bedroom on my toddler bed doing my thing – writing my blogs, researching my postings and taking care of my pet rocks.
(5) How do my parents know when its time to eat? This is a great and important question. We love to have a schedule. My internal clock is better than most clocks in the world. I know when it’s time to get up, eat or go to bed. Did you know that pigs have more than 20 vocalizations used in different situations? My mom and dad have learned some of mine. Just like when a baby cries and the mother ‘knows’ the cry, mom and dad know what my different sounds are for. Mom especially knows the “I’m hungry” call. LOL And you know, we don’t ‘pig out’ or eat like pigs as the old saying goes. We would rather enjoy our food. And no I don’t eat ‘slop’. I know there are some farm piggies that do but that’s a different breed. I eat lots of piggy chow, vegetables and fruits. I have to maintain my cute little figure! And there is a standing FIRM rule here at the Hotel Thompson. “No eating in front of the pig unless you plan on sharing with the pig.”
(6) Do you really know your name and are you that smart?Did you know that pigs learn their names within 3 days? When mom adopted me, she held me a lot, talked to me in her voice and said my name. This way, I knew who my mommy was. She also showed me where my wizzy pad was in my room and within 2 days, I was using it all of the time. I learned very quickly where the food came from in the kitchen. I even know where my piggy chow is kept. We are very smart creatures and have a great sense of direction!
(7) Are we hard to get along with? Well, this depends on a lot of factors. I’m an attention hog and yeah I can be a little pig headed at times when I don’t get my ways. I do have a tendency to test my boundaries but mom and dad (especially mom) sets me straight real quick. You know, just like regular kids do. I have my good days and bad days.
(8) Do I know any tricks? We are a very smart breed. I’m house trained. I know what it means to go to my feeding mat. I know what it means to go to bed. I know what it means to lay down or get snuggly. I know what it means to go potty. And I know what it means when mom tells me not to eat the purr things – LOL – just seeing if you were paying attention.
(9) Why is my tail straight? Did you know that regular pigs, you know the ones that stay outside on the farm, have curly tails. A true pot bellied pig has a straight tail that attaches high on the rump. That’s me. That’s how you can tail if its a cross breed pig or a miniature pot bellied pig.
(10) What’s our vision like? I like this question. Just like dad, I have very poor vision. You can’t look at me straight on and expect me to see you. My eyes are kind of on the side of my head and I can’t see things straight away. You will find me looking at you from the side. But although my vision may be poor, my smell and hearing are exceptional!
And the most important question of all – Do I get along with the other anipals here at the Hotel Thompson? Yes. We all know our pecking order here – Hemi, Me, Houdini and then Mouse Girl – snorts. Hemi let’s *everyone* know that he is the top cat and the alpha male. We all play together and when we are all out together, mom keeps full attention on us – that means no electronics like iPads or iPhones or cameras. It only takes one time not paying attention for an accident to happen. Although we all grew up together, a careful eye is key and mom is a firm believer in this. And although me and Hemi sometimes squabble with each other and him slapping my captains quarters with his big paw, if i’m feeling icky he is the first there to check on me… right behind mommy of course.
I hope some of these answered your questions about me. If you have anymore, you can always ask or send me an email at BaconThompson@gmail.com
Where there are matters of food, you can so find me. I love food. Can’t you tell? It takes a lot of hard work to maintain this wonderful pot bellied figure.
Mom has a thing for Lifesaver Gummies. She bought the bigger bag at the store so that she could introduce them to her favorite, ME! PLOL (Pig Laughing out Loud).
Dad was like, “Bacon’s not going to like them”, etc. Mom was like, “I know my baby. He’s going to LOVE them.”
Well mom even went the extra step and said she was going to try something new with me. I’m not a dumb pig. When she says that, there’s going to be lots of extra food for training – snort – YES!
Mom gave me a gummie Lifesaver and what do you know – I loved it. She then proceeded to put one on my snout. She was telling me, “No, no, not yet.” I listened to her because you know more treats for me!
Then she said I could go for it. I couldn’t flip that thing off of my snout fast enough into my mouth. It was so good and juicy!! Have you ever put anything on your nose and flipped it into your mouth? Daddy was laughing at me because he said one time at a restaurant with mom he put a clam on his nose and flipped it into his mouth. See, if the food is good – they will come.
Happy Friday my friends – we made it to the weekend – YAY SQUEAL!.
Sometimes we just need a little something extra to make us laugh, to put an extra step in our giddy up, you know just something to amuse us to make us chuckle. I have looked far and wide and found something that is guaranteed to make you smile.
I looked all over the internet in search for the one thing that you would look at and just burst out in automatic laughter. I think I found it. I showed it to dad – he almost fell off the couch. That was a good sign on the amusement scale. I showed it to mom. She was putting on make up and let’s just say the eye liner didn’t all go on her eyes because she was laughing so hard. I showed it to the purr things. Even *they* laughed hysterically!
So my friends, here is the test. Here is my pal that can be rented out at parties. He is guaranteed to make you laugh.
Please get out your singles and have them ready for the entertainment.
This is me and mom’s leg in the picture – snort. Every night after dinner and dishes, me and mom snuggle on the couch. It’s our time. Mom kicks the recliner back and we pull the blankets close to get all comfy and snuggable (you can see my Egyptian cotton sheet up there with us – it’s so silky!).
She pets my back while she catches up on her emails, blogs, Facebook and watches television. It’s our bonding time. I keep my snout right on her leg so I know if she moves. That’s how deep I sleep.
Sometimes I sleep so deep, I actually snore. I can’t help it. I know I’m completely safe right there next to mom and she won’t let anything happen to me.
Every night when it’s time to go to bed, me and mom go through the same game. She starts softly telling me, “Bacon, wake up, it’s time to go to bed”. Do you know how ironic that is? Mom – I’m already asleep in bed – snort. So every night I pretend to be asleep and hard to wake up. Sounds like a typical kid putting off bedtime doesn’t it? She’ll keep being persistent like a fly buzzing around your head, “Bacon, it’s time to go to bed young man.” And, me being pig headed like I am will continue to pretend to be asleep.
Then mom picks up her tone a bit and tells me, “If you don’t go get ready for bed now, you’re going to miss your bedtime story.” Bedtime story – did someone say bedtime story? Of course, I immediately wake up to this, jump down and run to my room to get ready for bed. By the time mom brushes her teeth and comes in my room, me, Bashful and the other rock clan are safely in our bed. Mom always tucks us in, kisses us both goodnight and reads us a story. You can’t miss her bedtime stories!
But tonight on the couch after dinner, we’ll go through the same thing all over again. Why? Because it’s what me and mom do of course – snort.
See, when I was younger (snort – like it’s been that long ago), I used to run around the house chasing the purr thing Hemi. I still have my moments but these were the days running loose and fancy free around the Hotel Thompson barking at everything. Hemi and I actually play chase up and down the hall. He has an edge over me cause he can jump on the furniture and swing off the ceiling fans. My pot belly denies me this but I do have the speed. Hope you enjoy the memories. Be sure to let me know what you think. Hogs and snout kisses – Bacon.
Miniature pot bellied pig and friends - Bacon, Houdini, Hemi and all of the Rock Clan with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel all out looking for adventures from the Hotel Thompson.
Then let’s discuss something that’s kind of ironical. Did anyone else notice this scene in the movie? Do you see “Father” in the photograph on the wall? Really? Mr. Disney bravo to you for having such a wicked sense of humor. Goodness, it took me almost 3 times watching to catch this. I asked mom what did it mean? Was that their father? I didn’t quite understand. Mom said that when I got older she would explain. Translation – it’s something bad.
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