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Happy Tuesday – Guaranteed to Make You Chuckle

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!

 
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Posted by on 05/03/2016 in Bacon

 

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Open Apology to Mom

Okay all of us anipals here at the Hotel Thompson are writing this to mom as an open apology for our misbehavior this morning.  We apologize and will try very hard not to let it happen again.  Really.  We will.  So let us explain our behavior my friends.

First up.  Mom is not a morning person.  Not at all.  We are talking zombie before coffee – no coffee no talkie.  Well this morning, rolls piggy eyes and looks innocent, someone set the alarm to zero five hundred dark in the woods time to get up… something about trying to be the first to check in with cousin Sammy’s Tuesday Teaser. (And no I wasn’t first – darn it and shuffles hooves).  Well after I checked in, I went back to sleep in the big bed – see me here in the picture.  Mom was not amused.  She got up, went to the bathroom, mumbled about who in their right mind would change the alarm clock and then went back to bed for a few minutes.  Unfortunately that’s when she fell asleep and that’s bad.  Bad because today is a worky day and she has to go that worky place.  And the alarm clock already went off.  This is not good.

A couple of hours later, mom wakes up because Hemi is rolling around on her side.  That’s when she notices that it is awfully lit inside of the room.  She sits up and oh.my.gosh.it’s.a.run.for.your.money because it’s almost 8:00AM.  What the cream cheese?  What happened?  I know – I know – “someone set the alarm to zero five hundred dark in the woods time to get up”.  

She jumps out of bed, tells daddy she’s running late and starts the marathon.  But of course we are all standing there looking at her like, “Hey, remember us?”  You know that pitiful look of we have never eaten before and are starving – snorts.  And did you know there is a reason why we anipals get up in shifts in the morning for feeding.  You see, I need to eat first.  It’s just the way it is.  Once you satisfy my rumbling belly with my piggy chow and Cheerio’s, I’ll go back to sleep.  Then there is Houdini that gets fed.  If you don’t feed him by himself and watch, the purr things try to eat his food.  And then lastly, it’s the purr things.  We all like the purr things food – snorts. Try feeding us all at one time – snorts with piggy laughter.  Let’s just say that it didn’t go too well and mom still had not had any coffee.

And then there was the incident with the front room carpet mat near the entrance.  Someone was caught gnawing on it like it was a puppy treat – not mentioning any names little guy.  There’s now a hole in it and mommy might have blown a gasket because of that…. or maybe it was because I butted my head through the baby gate into the kitchen and ate some of the purr things food?… or maybe it was the purr thing Hemi chasing Houdini around the house knocking over the water dish?  I’m not really sure what exactly it was that threw mommy over the edge this morning but I think she sure was glad to go to the worky place this morning.  Sorry mom.

 
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Posted by on 06/23/2015 in Bacon, Hemi and Mouse Girl, Houdini

 

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Daddy’s Chicken Wing Adventure

As you read here, Tuesday, 07/29/2014, was National Chicken Wing Day.  A local restaurant here called Hooters on Tara was having a special on all you can eat chicken wings that day.  Mommy promised to take daddy so he could show them what he has – snorts.  First off let me throw some shout outs to Keisha who was our waitress (you were AWESOME!) and to Mike the manager.  Mike has helped us out here on my blog in the past when Rockelle and Benedict went on a date a while back.  Mike’s awesome!

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So when mom got off of the worky place, she rushed home in Albert and picked up daddy.  Daddy in preparation had walked 2 miles and had a ‘light breakfast’.  He had his game face on and was ready.  Mom picked him up and off they went to the Hooters on Tara.

I was able to get these pictures all off of mom’s iPhone.  Be prepared to be astonished my dear friends.

One of dad’s favorite things in the world are tater tots.  And just fortunately mom had a coupon for a free appetizer at Hooters – thanks Hooters – so they got this amazing tater tot appetizer to the right.  Doesn’t it look amazing!?  That’s tater tots covered with gooey cheese, onions, sour cream and bacon.  Daddy didn’t tell me about that bacon until I saw this picture.  Tsk-tsk bad daddy!

Then the fun started.  They would bring you 10 wings at a time – whatever flavor you wanted.  These are pictures of dad’s platters.  Picture to the left – medium breaded.  They have just a little zip to them as far as heat when you eat them.  Picture in the middle – Cajun breaded.  They have a zip of a different kind.  This zip is from the Cajun spices and are probably dad’s favorites.  Then the picture to the right – BBQ breaded.  These are M.E.S.S.Y.  I don’t care how many wet wipes or napkins you have to clean up with, you are going to be wearing these.  In fact, dad jumped in and wouldn’t wipe down until he was finished with these.  Mommy said that at one point, she thought she was going to have to take him out front and hose him down – snorts.

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So you’re calculating to yourself thinking well played daddy – he had 30 wings.  You would be wrong my friends.  Mommy couldn’t finish one of her plates.  She had 13 – daddy called her a wussy.  I’m not sure what that means.  That left 7 off of mom’s plate though and dad ate them.  I told you watch out Joey Chestnut!    Drum roll please – dad ate 37 wings!  57.14% of you voted on Tuesday saying that daddy would eat more than 21 – you were right!

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So you would think that’s the end of the story.  Daddy ate to his heart’s content and put away 37 chicken wings.  Nope.  I gotta add my two cents now – snorts.  Daddy was miserable.  Can you say Tums and Pepto Bismol?  Those were his two close friends when he got back to the Hotel Thompson.  Can you say multiple trips to the facilities here all.night.long?  Snorts – I think he finally admitted it to mom last night – he’s not as young as he once was.  Mom and dad both are eating so light today it’s not funny.  I think they are calling for salads all around for dinner for the rest of the week.  In fact, when daddy got up this morning he told mommy, “I’m surprise I haven’t coughed feathers or squawked like a chicken”.  Snorts – silly daddy!

But don’t worry my friends.  I think dad is entering an all you can eat biscuits and gravy competition this weekend – snorts.

 
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Posted by on 08/01/2014 in Bacon

 

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Bacon’s Tales of Terror

Welcome back my friends to Bacon’s Tales of Terror on this 13th of the month.

Today, I want to talk about superstitions – that’s great for a 13th posting isn’t it?  Snorts.

Did you know that back in the day, breathing ‘in’ was interpreted as breathing in life while sneezing was interpreted as a swift exit of your essence or soul.  If your soul left your body through a sneeze then you would die without your soul.  This was the basis for further superstitions about sneezing throughout the centuries.

Do you tell people that sneeze, “God Bless You?”  This is actually a practice that is practiced all over the world and dates back to February 16, 590 AD.  Pope Gregory the Great decreed that prayers must be said to fight against a deadly plague in Italy at that time.  The plague was associated to be fatal by those who sneezed.  Telling someone, “God Bless You”, after they sneezed would protect people from the effects of the plague.

Saying, “God Bless You” can also be linked to around 1665 during the black plague in Europe.  Violent sneezing with the black plague was the sign of the end of the disease and death was certain to follow.  The pope made it a law so those that sneezed would be blessed due to their soon-to-be death.  It was also during this time that cover one’s mouth with their hand or cloth was put into place in order to stop the spread of further diseases.

In 17th century England if someone sneezed, people around them would remove their hats, curtsy or bow and wish them, “God Bless You”.  In the 1800’s in England, this poem came out:

Sneeze on Monday – sneeze for danger.  

Sneeze on Tuesday – kiss a stranger.  

Sneeze on Wednesday – sneeze for a letter.  

Sneeze on Thursday – something better.  

Sneeze on Friday – sneeze for woe.  

Sneeze on Saturday – a journey to go.  

Sneeze on Sunday – your safety seek – for Satan will have you for the rest of the week!

There is good luck also associated with sneezing:  if you sneeze between noon and midnight; if the family cat sneezes; if two people sneeze at the same time; if you sneeze twice in a row; or if you turn your head right when you sneezed.

But there’s also bad luck associated with sneezing:  if you sneeze in the morning while getting dressed; if you turn your head left while sneezing; if you sneeze three times in a row and someone is talking bad about you while sneezing four times is the sign of a cold.

 

Contributions to the Psychic Library on this information on sneezing superstitious.

 
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Posted by on 07/13/2014 in Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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Bacon’s Tales of Terror

Today, we have a really special tribute.  Today is Friday the 13th – cue scary music!  Do you know that there is only ONE Friday the 13th in the entire 2014 calendar year?  That makes this day extra spooky and scary.

Do you have a fear of this day?  Are you superstitious?  Here in the United States it is thought that bad luck falls upon you on Friday the 13th.  But did you know that in Spanish speaking countries, Tuesday the 13th is a superstitious day for them and considered bad luck.   

Many hotels and tall buildings even skip the 13th floor… just in case of bad luck.  It’s also bad luck to have a party with 13 people… have you read Agatha Christie’s book Thirteen at Dinner?

Did you know that fear of the number 13 is called triskaidekaphobia while fear of Friday the 13th is known as paraskavedekatriaphobia.

Did you know that President Franklin D. Roosevelt suffered from triskaidekaphobia?  He wouldn’t travel on the 13th day of any month and don’t even think about having a party with 13 guests.

Some people even think that Friday the 13th goes back to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.  Supposedly they think that Eve offered Adam the forbidden fruit on a Friday and they were then cast out of Paradise.

And think about the movie marathon we are going to have tonight here at the Hotel Thompson.  Not listed in any particular order but you know we are going to be watching some gory horror flicks to include:  Nightmare on Elm Street, Paranormal Activity,  Saw, Psycho, The Shining , It and of course Friday the 13th.

I’m off now. I’ve got to go cross my hooves.  Avoid some black cats.  Not look at the moon through a pane of glass and throw some salt over each shoulder.  Be careful my friends 🙂

 

 

 
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Posted by on 06/13/2014 in Bacon, Bacons Tales of Terror

 

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Happy Friday – Guaranteed to Make You Chuckle

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. 

May I present to you – Stripper Tiny Dancer!

 
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Posted by on 05/02/2014 in Uncategorized

 

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The Revenge of Mother Nature

I want to start by saying that I live in the south right here in good old Georgia, about 20-25 miles from Atlanta.  Winter months are not usually that bad for us.  We may get cold but nothing drastic.  Some years, we can even still wear shorts and sandles in so called winter months.  This year though, Mother Nature has been playing games with us and not in a good way.  Shame on her – bad Mother Nature.

A couple of weeks back, I got to see my first snow.  Yep, I said first snow.  You see, I’m only two years old and up until that point, this has been a no snow zone here in the south.  Then, the weather people called for snow.  We were hesistant in believing that it might actually happen.  In the past, the weather people have yelled snow and then we ended up with nothing.  You know, kind of like the Fairy tale about the boy yelling wolf for nothing.

But this time, the weather people were right. It did snow.  We got maybe two inches – three inches max in some places.  And remember I said we lived in the south.  Well that 2-3 inches literally shut us down.  In the south, we can’t deal with snow… or ice… or really cold for that matter.  Our highways looked like parking lots with abandoned cars.  Heck, mom’s worked even closed down for non-essential personnel for two days.  I wasn’t upset.  A – I’ll take mommy at home any day with me.  And B – we all bundled up, watched television and ate like there was no tomorrow.  It was great for this little oinker.

Then almost a week later, the weather people on television went a little bizarre.  They kept reporting that we were going to have a storm that could be catastrophic.  What?  Do you know I had to look up the meaning to that word.  The dictionary says it means: “Involving or causing sudden great damage or suffering”  Really?  Surely you joke Mr. Meterologist.  It can’t be that bad.  Right?  Suffering and all – Mother Nature you wouldn’t, would you?

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So mom goes to work last Tuesday and around noon she gets word that her office is again going to be closed Wednesday and Thursday due to the inclimate weather.  She looked outside and it was beautiful.  Not bad really for winter. But she was all for it.  Heck, she considered herself lucky because she was already scheduled to be off Friday.  We were all excited knowing mom was going to be home for FIVE days with us.  Joybells.

The next morning, we all woke up early for some reason.  There was a sound that woke us but none of us could figure out what it was for a few minutes.  Then, we realized what it was.  Around 8:30AM, our power went off.  Uh-oh, this can’t be good.  But hey, it’s gone off before so it’ll be back on soon.  It happens.  We’ll give it an hour tops.

Mom looked out the back door into my magical backyard and saw this in the picture to the left.  It makes me shiver just looking at it and remembering.  It was C.O.L.D.  And no, I didn’t want to go outside and play in.  Shakes piggy head forcefully.  I learned a valuable lesson the last time with the snow.  I don’t like it.  It’s pure and simple.  And this, this was snow mixed mainly with ice.  Yuck.  So mom thought heck if this is what the backyard looks like, what in the world does the frontyard look like?  I’m glad you asked because mom took pictures there too.

20140216-182624.jpgJust looking out the front door, what caught mom’s attention right off were these lovely icicles.  Notice how long they were.  Notice the tree that looks like it’s leaning like the Tower of Pisa.  Notice the ice/snow wonderland?  Rolls piggy eyes.  Wonderland – snorts.  This can’t be good.

I looked at mom and oinked.  I had too.  My miniature pot belly tummy was rumbling. What?  I’m a pig.  It’s what I do and I hadn’t had breakfast yet.  I looked at mom and snouted her ankle.  She looked at me and said, “Bacon, this is not going to turn out good.  Mark my words little piggy.”

I had no idea what she was talking about.  I just wanted my morning breakfast followed by a little television and a little snuggling.

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 So mom finally got the drift after taking this last picture of icemageddon take two out front of the Hotel Thompson.  Also by this time, dad had emerged from the bedroom and thankfully his belly was hungry too.  He looked at mom and asked her what was for breakfast.  I learned something new this date.  No power means no homemade spinach omelet for me which mom sometimes makes for me on her off days.  No power also means no lights.

But mom, she has skills.  She went into the kitchen with her little lantern and whipped up an amazing breakfast of tuna fish sandwiches with chopped up green olives and spicy pickles.  And no, she’s not pregnant – snorts.  That’s how mom rolls and fixes our tuna sandwiches.  And let me say, it was delicious.  Chef Emeril Lagasse would have been so proud of mom and her creation of breakfast.  She gave me and the purr things, Hemi and Mouse Girl, little plates as well.  It was most excellent.  Also no power means not being able to see to wash dishes but she did well.

Do you know what else no power means?  No television.  No cable.  No internet.  Now we are talking about hard times. Do you know what else makes it worse?  No heat.  If I wanted all of this, I would live in a barn somewhere on a farm.  I’m not that type of pig.  I have a certain quality of life that I have grown accustomed to – stomps hooves.

So, we sat in the front room and did something the old fashioned way.  We talked.  Without emails, without texts, without telephones – just talked.  That lasted for all about ten minutes – Snorts.  It was starting to get cold so I jumped on the sofa with mom.  I was fine there with mom but she got cold.  So she threw the two purr things on the couch with us for extra heat.  I told you mom was smart.  So there we were all bundled together wrapped in blankets.  We fell asleep.  What?  What else was there to do?  We all had full bellies.  It was kind of a competition at that point to see who could snore the loudest.  I think daddy beat me.  Yep, that was it and I’m sticking to that comment.

We all woke up a bit later hoping that the power would be back on but it wasn’t.  I can’t explain to you what a disappointment that was to us.  The temperature  was dropping fast in the Hotel Thompson.  We snacked on Cheez-Its for lunch.  Again no power afterwards.  We all went back to sleep.  What else was there to do, right?

A bit more time passed and we woke up again.  By this time, mom was beginning to feel like an icicle straight from outside. Maybe it was just knowing that you didn’t have heat that you thought it was getting colder?  I’m not sure.  Mom went and put on her Sock Monkey onesie.  I do believe that was the only thing that saved her during this power outage.   She finally got warm.  I would like to say the same.  This little piggy was cold.  Shivering cold.  So mom did what she knows best.  She wrapped me up in a blanket and carried me to the big bed with her.  Even daddy was complaining about his ‘piggies’ being cold.  He actually had to put hoof covers on his piggies… you know a pair of mom’s socks – snorts.

Do you know it dropped well below 50 degrees in the Hotel Thompson.  The power didn’t come back on until around 7:30PM that night.  By that time, all we wanted was HEAT.  BBRRR.  We all called it a night, turned on the heat to the Select Comfort and we all slept together in the big bed.  In order for me not to steal dad’s blankets, he gave me my own blanket.  Good move daddy.  He’s finally learning.20140216-182645.jpg

The next day on Thursday, the roads were a little better.  Mom and dad went out for a bit and they saw something that I’ve been telling you about.  We have a Bigfoot in this area… okay so he looks a lot like the Abominable Snowman from Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer but we have proof.  Snorts – it’s a great picture nevertheless.  Talk about photobombing – double snorts.

The power was back on at the Hotel Thompson and that was fantastic.  On the other hoof though, the cable was out.  What’s a piggy to do?  Thankfully, we had internet so mom accessed Netflix and we watched Investigative Discovery shows all day.  Nothing like watching murder and mayhem on a cold snowed in day, right?  I like to extend a special shout out to my Aunt Tina for access to Netflix.  At least this little oinker didn’t die of boredom without his cable television.

So all of this icemageddon started melting today on Thursday.  It was almost like it was raining it was melting so fast.  Mother Nature wouldn’t be that cruel to cause us a flood as an aftermath – nah.  She wouldn’t do that.

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 This brings us to Friday.  The day of love.  It was a wonderful day.  Mom and dad had their special date.  Rockelle and Benedict had their special date.  All was going great this day.  What could possibly go wrong?

That night, dad leaned over and kissed mom in the front room.  At about that time, the house shook.  It wasn’t a huge rumble but it was enough to feel.  Mom asked daddy if he felt that.  He said quote, “After 26 years, I still rock your world huh?”  Nice try daddy.

It was an earthquake.  Really Mother Nature.  It wasn’t bad enough with snow, with ice, with no power, with limited food and with no cable.  You had to throw in an earthquake in South Carolina that was felt all the way here in Georgia?  I gotta say it.  “Go.to.your.room.”  If mom makes me serve the time for the crime, then I think you should too.  Sounds fair, right?   20140216-182655.jpg

But you know, I’ve learned that Mother Nature just doesn’t play nice.  After all of the icky weather in late January and February, this is our forecast for the week.  Notice the temperatures here in so called winter – 63, 65, 69 and 71 degrees.  Pull out your bathing suits and hit the beach my friends.

Cold – hot – do you think Mother Nature is going through ‘the change’?  Perhaps that explains our weird weather lately here in Georgia?  Can I send you a bottle of Midol to help you out?  Some ice cream?  Some chocolate?  A spa treatment perhaps?

I can’t think of anything else it might be.  You?

Snorts.

 
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Posted by on 02/19/2014 in Bacon, Hemi and Mouse Girl

 

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Dear Bacon

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We read your weekly Dear Bacon issue every Tuesday at Old McDonald’s Farm.  There has been a lot of questions about one being able to touch their nose with their tongue.  I don’t get the fascination with this.  All of us cows can do it.  I had Myrtle take my picture of me doing just for the proof.  What do you think little pig?  Signed Bertha  P.S. Old McDonald said you are welcomed anytime here at the farm.  It would be a hoot if you came for a visit!

Dear Bertha and friends at Old McDonald’s Farm,
Wow!  The proof is in the picture.  I too don’t know what the fascination is.  I can touch my snout with my tongue.  Thanks to all of your friends at the farm for the invite.  Next time I’m that way, I’ll drop in for a visit.  Maybe I’ll bring the rocks with me so they can have a field trip.  It would be a blast my friends!

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Dear Bacon,
This is my scary look.  We’ve all taken turns reading your 31 Days of Spook here in Kentucky at the stables.  Pig – you are some scary wrapped with HORROR.  Where have you been hearing all of these frightening tales?  Have been talking to Stephen King himself?  Signed Hoarse from Screaming

Dear Hoarse from Screaming,
Thank you very much my friend.  I take that as the compliment it was intended.  I watch a LOT of television and I read a LOT of scary books.  And, it helps that mommy likes a little of the macabre as well.  You just have to remember – ghosts are our friends.  They just have a lot of unfinished business to say the least.

And yes.  Stephen King is a big inspiration to this little oinker.  You know they say he dreams about a lot of the work he creates.  Can you imagine living in his home?  WOW!  Now that would be scary.

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Dear Bacon,
I am blaming this ALL on you.  If you didn’t write about such scary horror postings, I wouldn’t have gotten scared and climbed into the pillow and then the pillow wouldn’t have gotten scared and threw up.  It’s all your fault.  Signed Shaking Pooch

Dear Shaking Pooch,
I see my friend.  It’s all my fault.  Shaking head sideways.  I did everything.  Uh huh.  Blame it on the pig that can type.  Snorts.  But I do give you kudo’s for coming up with such an original story to get out of trouble my friend.

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They see me rollin’ – they hatin’.  What can I say?  I like to make things happen like you.  It beats running through the hood.  I just jump my board and presto magic – I’m there with a little push from my human.  Why don’t you try it?  I think you would like it.  It’s groovy.  Signed Poochy Hawk

Dear Poochy Hawk,
I like it!  Anything where I don’t have to lose a few pounds by exercising, I’m all for it my friend.  I’m off now to talk to daddy about it.  I pick daddy because I think *he* will go for it.  Be safe and have fun.  I’ll see you on the streets!

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Dear Bacon,
It only takes that one word to get us all to the attention we are here in this picture.  Nope it’s not the Dear Bacon issue – sorry little man.  Nope it’s not the cat doing a pole dance – sorry Mouse Girl.  It’s that wonderful glorious four lettered word that *ALL* of us drop everything we are doing and run to the kitchen.  FOOD.  We can’t help ourselves.  Tell me we are not the only ones.  You do the same thing too, right?  Signed Cinco Foodies

Dear Cinco Foodies,
Puts head down.  You are not alone my friends.  It happens to the best of us.  I am guilty in the first degree as well.  What can we say?  Food delivers us from all evil happenings.  While we are eating, we can’t be up to no good?  Keep up the fine work my friends.

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Remember anipals – if you have questions and pictures, continue to send them to me at Baconthompson@gmail.com  Thanks and have a great one!

 
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Posted by on 10/15/2013 in Dear Bacon

 

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Dear Bacon – Sleepy Hollow Special

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Dear Bacon,

There’s just so much in my little life that I don’t want to miss.  I just don’t have time to sleep.  I might miss something.  What am I to do?  Signed Sleepy Pooch

Dear Sleepy Pooch,

Oh little fellow.  You have to sleep.  You’re not going to miss anything.  You need to sleep to grow as big as you can.  Everything will still be there waiting for you to explore the next day.  Happy dreams my little friend.

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Dear Bacon,

Do you ever just have one of those mornings when you just can’t get out of bed.  I really tried this morning.  It didn’t work out so much for me.  I just fell over backwards and went back to sleep.  Signed Backward Pup

Dear Backward Pup,

AAWW – you’re just too cute there my friend.  I really don’t have those kinds of mornings.  My pot belly won’t allow it.  It has needs and when it is time for food, I’m up and eating.  Now afterwards, oh yeah.  My bed calls me to come back to take a little nap.  Sleep on my friend.

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Dear Bacon,

Sometimes you just have to curl up wherever you are and call it nap time.  It doesn’t matter where.  You feel like this?  Signed Treecat

Dear Treecat,

Well, if you fit you must sit and sleep.  I’ve been known to crash on the front room floor once or twice.  Sometimes the Sandman just hits you and you have to go down.

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Dear Bacon,

I didn’t fall down.  There’s no way I would do that.  The floor actually came up and hit me.  After that, I just had to take a nap.  It just happened.  What can I say?  Signed Carpet Cat

Dear Carpet Cat,

Hey, whatever you say.  You don’t have to make excuses if you want to take a nap in the middle of the day on the carpet wherever you are – snorts.

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Dear Bacon,

Really, it’s not what you think.  I’m working on an experiment.  If I ‘look’ like I’m sleeping, maybe the birds will come.  When the birds come, I have hopefully a two piece for lunch.  What do you think?  Signed Smart Kitty

Dear Smart Kitty,

Personally to me, you look like you sleeping.  Why eat that little Woodstock or Tweety Bird.  Let them be and stick to your kitty chow.  I bet you will enjoy it more anyway.

Remember my friends, keep sending your pictures and questions to me at Baconthompson@gmail.com

Thanks and have a great day!

 
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Posted by on 10/08/2013 in Dear Bacon

 

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I.am.so.gullible.

Okay, I admit it. With mom’s work schedule and our ‘regular’ per say television shows during the week, we get behind on other shows and activities. I think that is so normal.

Tuesday night, we didn’t have much going for us on television on our ‘regular’ line up so we ventured out to the Animal Planet. It’s a great channel – it has animals on it – how could we ever go wrong?

So after dinner, mom reviews the television guide and we chose a show called “Megalodon: The Monster Shark Lives”. We at the Hotel Thompson absolutely LOVE shows like this. They are educational, interesting and by George they are scary! Shivers – think about it. Do we really know everything that is under that vast ocean? I think not.

Mom/dad have been deep sea fishing several times in the past. They’ve often wondered with them being in such a tiny boat – compared to how big the sea is – what is under them. Heck, they have even thought this when they have traveled on cruise ships. The ocean is HUGE and very, very deep. And, scientists are finding new animals all of the time.

So, the title of this show on television last night, “Megalodon: The Monster Shark Lives” didn’t sway us to think that it wouldn’t be good. I mean yeah, megalodon sharks were prehistoric, right? Let’s reflect on some of the things we learned from the show last night.

Megalodon means roughly giant tooth. This term is really true when you think about the size of their teeth. A megalodon tooth was 7 inches long. Seven.inches. That’s over a half foot long. Watch out Freddy Kreuger.

A megalodon’s bite is fierce. It’s force when biting is enough to crush the skull of a prehistoric whale. This is compared to like you and I biting a grape – that easily. Shivers to mergatroid.

A megalodon is big. Do you understand that? B.I.G. Like 60 – 100 feet long big.

A megalodon’s closest relative per say is the Great White Shark. Okay, count me out on that family reunion. I’ll pass – enough said. Shivers.

So we invest some time in this great and wonderful show last night. It starts off with four people on a boat in the middle of the ocean in South Africa. They are all happy, taking videos, laughing and having a great time. The guy goes fishing and feels something on the line. It shows him reeling and reeling and reeling in the line…. flash forward 2 hours later. Whatever was on the line breaks off and it is now night time. Then, BAM, something hits the boat but never fear the video is still running. The camera is shaking, the video is jumping, everyone is screaming. It kind of reminded me of that old scary movie, “Blair Witch Project”. Then, something completely destroys the boat and the people disappear.

Days later, miraculously they find the video and are able to adjust the jumpy, screaming footage enough to hear, “Oh no shark”. Alright, I know. This should have given us some clue. When they are able to revive a video camera that was in the water, submerged fully, for who knows how long and then to pick up on, “Oh no shark”. At this point, daddy started laughing. Me and mom was ssshh’ing him to be quiet so we could hear. We were mesmerized to say the least. Daddy tried to talk and we both gave him the all knowing raised eyebrow look of hush. He finally conceded and sat in silence with a smug look on his face.

Me and mom were spellbound. What the heck was this huge shark in the water?! Then they started showing coverage from all over the world and calling some sharks submarines. Okay, just because we’ve never heard of a submarine shark, doesn’t mean anything. I mean, we are not marine biologists so we didn’t know. This show was good.

Okay, maybe not really good. Some of the so called biologists were in some way kind of weird on camera. We just chalked that up to them not being actors – snorts. The last five minutes of the show, this little blurb runs on the screen:

“Though certain events and characters in this film have been dramatized, sightings of ‘submarine’ continue to this day”.

What? Huh? Okay, we knew that megalodon’s didn’t exist but this wasn’t a ‘real’ documentary show. We looked over at daddy sitting so smug on his couch. He finally said, “Can I talk now?” Well yeah, this show bites now please do. That’s when he proceeded to tell us about this show being on the Discovery Channel a couple of weeks ago and people were upset because of the ending. Well, dad, you could have told us this an hour ago! I’m sorry, what channel were we watching? Sci-Fi? Comedy channel? Nope, sweet ole Animal Planet.

Snorts – what’s on the television next? Oh, that’s another blog in itself. We made the mistake of wasting another hour of our lives watching, “Voodoo Sharks”. This show was about the mysterious ‘Rookin’ who is a killer shark in the bayous of Louisiana. And, I kid you not when I tell you the captain of the hunt was… drum roll please… Captain Blimp.

Did I mention we have no lives on Tuesday nights?

 
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Posted by on 08/14/2013 in Bacon

 

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