What does one do on a cold and rainy day? Well us anipals here at the Hotel Thompson find warm spots and take a little shut eye. You see mom and me were on the sofa first listening to the rain outside the front window. It was peaceful so I shut my eyes. The next thing I knew, Hemi joined the party by sitting on mom’s legs. Bacon was sleeping in his room and dad was on the other sofa sleeping. It passed for rainy day time in the living room. Mom said she would have made a fire for all of us but she didn’t want to get up and wake us all up again. Do you have these kind of days too? Aren’t they the best? After a while, I think we finally moved to the bedroom for naptime together. It was a great lazy Sunday day afternoon after all 🙂
Now I leave you with Jokes from Daddy. I actually got him to record a new one for you today. Have fun!
Dear Bacon – You talk about having your own room. All 8 of us have to share a room and this is our kitty bunk beds. It gets kind of crowded and you really can’t stretch out… let alone snuggling up to any kind of a blanket or pillow. We even heard that the kitties at the Hotel Thompson sleep in a ‘real’ bed. Is that true?? Signed Eight is Enough
Dear Eight is Enough – WOW – that is a tall kitty bunk bed there. I would think that stretching out on the floor would be more freedom than confined to that little compartment. Is it first come, first served or is everyone assigned their ‘bed’? Make the best out of it my little purr things! Enjoy the moments in life where you can. P.S. Yes the purr things here get to sleep with mom and dad on their select comfort bed. Rotten aren’t they? … like I don’t know nothing about being rotten… snort.
Dear Bacon – I hear the “V” word… you know “vet”. I tried to hide but the master found me like this. What do you think I should do next time? Signed Hide N Seek
Dear Hide N Seek – Well first of all, next time hide under something that you can actually ‘hide’ underneath. Just because you can’t see your master doesn’t mean your master can’t see you. Follow me? But hey on the other hand, that is really a cute picture of your captain quarters – snort – LOL.
Dear Bacon – Sometimes the best things in life are when we sit back, relax and reflect on life. You know, don’t sweat the small stuff. I have a favorite rock that I like to sun myself on and reflect.
It helps me to keep stress free and ponder my life in general. Signed Pondering Ribbit
Dear Pondering Ribbit – WOW – Well you do look relaxed my green friend. I tried meditation in my bedroom. I just couldn’t get my mind to quit focusing on running and eating though.
Perhaps I will try again. Stay green my friend.
Dear Bacon – I’m the sheriff here in these parts. Bark Bark – you think I fit the part? I may be small but I’m a force to be reckoned with! Signed Walking Small with a Big Bark
Dear Walking Small with a Big Bark – I think you can possibly get away with it – you are just too cute with that hat on!!
And those big brown eyes, yeah, I would let you arrest me. Snort.
P.S. I’ve seen some political people on the television. I think you have a shot just like everyone else! Be firm but be fair – that should be your motto.
Dear Bacon – My master is always telling me, “Safety first”. Every time we go on a road trip, she straps me in. Other dogs don’t get strapped in. Signed Wanna be Free
Dear Wanna be Free – If all of the other barky things jumped off a cliff, would you? If they all got taken to the doggy jail…AKA pound… would you want to go too? Your human cares for you with all of their heart and doesn’t want anything to happen to you. I say go with it little man. Enjoy the extra treatment. P.S. I’ll try to hide this picture from my mom. The next thing I know, she will be buckling Houdini into a carseat like this.
This is me friends from last weekend. I was worn out. Not from running, playing or chasing Hemi or Bacon. Nope not anything fun at all. I had just gotten back home from the three lettered bad place – V.E.T. Before I go further, let me discuss something with you humans. Us anipals know how to spell. You don’t have to spell V.E.T. We know that is the place that we all despise. I mean really. Buy us a drink first. Get to know us if you will before you violate our captains quarters. I’m just saying and I think I speak for everyone on that private matter. So on this date, I was visiting our vet for my yearly shots. How those yearly shots get here so fast! Being a Yorkshire Terrier, I can admit that our breed is a little… how should I say it….nervous about these things. Yeah, that’s the perfect word. So before I get my shots and the doctor feels me up, the staff usually gives me a little Benadryl to cut the edge to calm my inner Yorkie down. So there I was one shot of Benadryl in my rump and I am chilling in my dad’s arms. And might I add, I didn’t bark, whimper and growl at that shot. I was a good boy. So there I am chilling and the lady doctor finally comes in. Mom/dad and the doctor are talking and the doctor tells daddy she is going to take me away from him for a couple of moments. Now comes the good part. As the doctor reaches out to get me, daddy barks and growls at her! Seriously – the dude growled and barked!! Rolls with puppy laughter. For an older lady, the doctor sure did jump pretty high. I was greatly impressed. Of course mom fussed at daddy. I just laughed and got excited for a few minutes…. that is until I saw the doctor going towards my captains quarters. I ended up getting two more shots – again with no barking, growling or whimpering. I was a good pooch mom said. So good that I got to go by the pet store on the way home to pick out a new toy. Daddy on the other hand didn’t get a toy because of his growling/barking.
Barks! You know sometimes our humans are weird and forgetful. I get that. Really I do. But my mom forgetting about sweet little moi? That’s just disgraceful. In fact, let me tell you the story and then you tell me what you think.
Mom/dad went out the other night and came home late. Mom goes straight to the kitchen to do her nightly ritual things – set the microwave for dad’s lunch the next day, fixing the medicines for the next day, setting the coffee maker for the morning, making sure all of us anipals have food and fresh water, etc.
Also at night, we anipals all get bedtime treats. You know just a little something to hold us over until the morning so our tum-tum’s don’t growl.
Well mom gave Hemi his cat chews. Mom gave Bacon his strawberry. And then mom walked to the bathroom. Hold up mom – wait a minute. You forgot me. I chased her to the bedroom and watched her as she got ready for bed. I jumped on the bed and kept licking my lips trying to tell her hello – moi – moi – you forgot moi!
Finally when she went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, it dawns on her. We finally have a winner! How could she forget about me? Does that ever happen to you my friends?
Hello sweet friends – we finally made it to Friday. Thank goodness for that! I just had to share my picture from this week with you. This is me laying with mom cuddling me. See Mr. Elephant? That’s my new toy that mom bought for me. He’s just my size. He still squeaks and I keep dragging him around the house by his nose. It’s perfect. Can you see my eyes in this picture? Barks with puppy laughter. That’s what I keep telling mom too. I need a haircut. I think I need a spa day for sure.
It’s been a long week here at the Hotel Thompson. We’ve been having weird weather. You know the kind that brings out all of your doggy senses. So you get up/down all through the night to check things out because you know you gotta protect the humans. Bacon and Hemi don’t seem to mind the weather changes. It drives me crazy and makes my inner Yorkie come out. So here I am all tuckered out on my ottoman in the living room in front of the fireplace. I was bushed from getting up/down the night before. Speaking of which, I have to share a little funny with you. I can jump. Don’t let anyone tell you anything different. Mom/dad’s bed in their bedroom is now obstacle for me. I can run and jump on that thing anytime I want. But I found something so much better these days. In fact, daddy didn’t believe mom when she told him until he heard it himself. Here it goes…. mom/dad sleeping so hard in a deep sleep, I jump down to check the perimeter. When I come back, I waddle over to mom’s side of the bed. I will perch up on the side where she lays facing the wall and growl at her. I call her my elevator. With enough growling she wakes up and lifts me in the bed with her. Of course she fusses but I know she doesn’t mind. I call her my personal elevator. Dad is just lucky I don’t do it him. In fact, I think he’s jealous. Barks with puppy laughter! Do you do anything like this to your humans to keep them in line of who really is the boss of your crib? Now I leave you with Jokes with Daddy – enjoy and try not to cringe.
Barks – hello my friends!! It’s so hard to find good help these days. My mom – rolls puppy eyes – she may never be caught up again in her life. She is so slow! I can’t wait for her to help me with my blog. So I grabbed the i-pad and Bacon and we got started this week by ourselves. Bacon has been helping me and giving me lessons. He’s a good oinker – I don’t care what dad says – barks with puppy laughter.
This week I want to give you my fellow anipals a helpful suggestion. I learned this when mom was down from her surgery and had to stay in the bed. Often times I would stay with her to make sure she didn’t get out of bed without assistance. But sometimes a dog has to sleep. So I did what I thought was amazing. I took my loudest squeaky toy Mr. Chicken and positioned him in the doorway of the bedroom. That way if mom tried to get up without me, she would step on Mr. Chicken alerting me to wake up and assist her. Clever huh? So that’s my tip this week my friends – position your squeaky toys like little bombs in your humans bedroom. They especially love it when they step on them in the middle of the night. Usually they jump from the squeak. For an old man, my dad can jump pretty high in the dark. Just sayin’. Speaking of dad, he is taking off this week researching new jokes. Can you believe that? So this week, I’ll leave you with a mom joke. You’re going to love this – barks! Have a great weekend!
Can you tell that this picture has a look of busted with it? Barks with puppy laughter. What? I was doing anything. Honestly. I was just having a heart to heart with my zebra toy. His tail wanted to be yanked. Yep. That was it. Would I lie? Don’t answer that okay. Barks with puppy laughter. This was how I spent my New Years Day – running around the house barking at my zebra. He never listens. We hope you have a wonderful New Years Day my friends. Now I leave you with Jokes with Daddy.
Oh my friends!! What was one of my favorite gifts this year from Santa? This candy cane toy. You see Santa left it with my brother Phenny across the pond. Phenny’s pawrents then sent it to me. Mom explained to me that Santa has the entire world to cover and sometimes needs help. Just like Santa left a list for mom/dad to get some people too. Of course mom/dad are moving slower than an ant in a field of molasses but they are working on that list from Santa. These people will just have happiness after Christmas – maybe a great way to start the new year, right? But this candy cane is like something awesome. It squeaks. Okay well maybe it used to squeak. Okay the squeaker jumped out. Okay-okay. I tore the squeaker out. There now you know. Barks with puppy laughter. Now I leave you with Jokes from Daddy. Enjoy my friends ❤
Squeals! I saw Santa Claus!!!! Barks with puppy laughter. Okay maybe it wasn’t the ‘real’ Santa Claus. Mom says this time of the year he has to have helpers since he’s busy at the North Pole. Thank goodness too because daddy said this was his Crack Santa. I don’t know what he means by that but this Santa had bony legs for sure. I let him hold me because I saw how much mom was having fun by taking the picture. She’s weird like that…. isn’t all mothers?
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And she made me wear my Christmas shirt for the picture which Santa didn’t ‘hold me the right way’ to see. But mommy mumbled something about whatever and let’s be done with that. So I let her get a good picture of my shirt when we got home. That made her laugh and smile. I like it when she does that. I think I covered my bases with this shirt. What do you think? And now, Jokes with Daddy. Have fun my dear friends and happy early Christmas!
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.
Barks! You know sometimes our humans are weird and forgetful. I get that. Really I do. But my mom forgetting about sweet little moi? That’s just disgraceful. In fact, let me tell you the story and then you tell me what you think.
It’s been a long week here at the Hotel Thompson. We’ve been having weird weather. You know the kind that brings out all of your doggy senses. So you get up/down all through the night to check things out because you know you gotta protect the humans. Bacon and Hemi don’t seem to mind the weather changes. It drives me crazy and makes my inner Yorkie come out. So here I am all tuckered out on my ottoman in the living room in front of the fireplace. I was bushed from getting up/down the night before. Speaking of which, I have to share a little funny with you. I can jump. Don’t let anyone tell you anything different. Mom/dad’s bed in their bedroom is now obstacle for me. I can run and jump on that thing anytime I want. But I found something so much better these days. In fact, daddy didn’t believe mom when she told him until he heard it himself. Here it goes…. mom/dad sleeping so hard in a deep sleep, I jump down to check the perimeter. When I come back, I waddle over to mom’s side of the bed. I will perch up on the side where she lays facing the wall and growl at her. I call her my elevator. With enough growling she wakes up and lifts me in the bed with her. Of course she fusses but I know she doesn’t mind. I call her my personal elevator. Dad is just lucky I don’t do it him. In fact, I think he’s jealous. Barks with puppy laughter! Do you do anything like this to your humans to keep them in line of who really is the boss of your crib? Now I leave you with Jokes with Daddy – enjoy and try not to cringe.
Oh my friends!! What was one of my favorite gifts this year from Santa? This candy cane toy. You see Santa left it with my brother Phenny across the pond. 
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