Over or Under That is the Question.

  Okay friends.  Let’s talk about something important to the humans in their special scratch box area they like to call the bathroom…the powder room… the loo…LOL

I have learned that there is the ever growing question of over or under.  I was confused at first too.  I thought who cares.  Then I heard some conversations here at the Hotel Thompson and at Nana’s.  Apparently this is a huge crisis that the humans ponder on a daily basis.

Do you know that some folks (I won’t say who mom) will actually change the rolls of white paper in other peoples homes and at work if it is the wrong way.  Unbelievable isn’t it?  So here is the question for you my fellow anipals.  Run to the room that your humans think highly of and look at the roll.  Is it over or under?

Here at the Hotel Thompson there is only one way – over.  Who would have thought it was such a big deal – right?

 

More Conversations Between Mom and Dad

Sometimes I listen to the radio.  Sometimes I watch my television.  Sometimes I listen to mom and dad talk.  I know I shouldn’t ‘piggy eavesdrop’ with mom and dad.  But sometimes, I just can’t help myself.  The conversations those two have are quite enlightening.  Last night, I overheard mom tell daddy the following.  Get ready to roll your eyes – it was a good one.

Mom – Hey honey.  James Bond and a chicken cross paths.  James Bond tells the chicken, “Hey, my name is Bond, James Bond.  What’s yours?”  You know what the chicken said?

Dad – No.  What did he say?

Mom – “My name is Ken, Chick Ken.”

Then mommy started snorting and laughing so hard.  (Now you see where I get my snorting from – I know you always wondered).  Yep, it was priceless.  Daddy is a big James Bond fan.  He didn’t find that little bit of amusement as funny as mom.  It was a hoot to me and mom.  Go figure.

Then dad later on in the night asked mom a questioned.  She told him the answer.  He told her she was wrong.  She asked him what the answer was.  Get this – he didn’t know!?  How can you ask a question, tell the person they are wrong and then not know the right answer?  What kind of bizarre evil is that?

I tell you my friends – *NEVER* a dull moment here at the Hotel Thompson.  NEVER!

 

Sorry Dad

I was a bad piggy. I mean a really naughty piggy. Do you understand when I say a Deviled ham, lost my mind, had an out of body experience, went stupid for a moment kind of bad oinker?

Last night every thing was going just fine. Mom fed me my evening snack of an apple and I was eating it. Well, dad started scratching my hind quarters. I didn’t like it. Not the apple, the scratching. I turned around and went all ninja pig on poor unexpecting daddy.

It wasn’t just a bark or a snort. It was full ninja pig running up the side of the couch, biting dad shirt and pulling on it. I’m not really sure who was more surprised. Me, dad or mom.

We all kind of freaked out for a minute. Then mom jumped into action telling me no and to go to my room. I knew I was in trouble with the tone in moms voice. I felt like Kevin in the movie Home Alone when he gets sent to the third floor to sleep for time out. Mom was ticked.

I served time for my crime and then mom came to my room and we had a little prayer meeting. I went and apologized to daddy and made up with him. Afterwards, I got on the couch with mom for a few minutes for snuggles. Just enough snuggles to know that mommy loves me and was not mad at me.

Don’t think I got off that easily though. I had to go to bed early without a bed time story and without a carrot on my pillow. That bites.