Salty Thoughts
A Blog by Bacon
Mom swears it’s only been nine months, but honestly I feel like five years have passed since I found out I was getting a baby brother. And guess what? He’s supposed to show up sometime this week! Friday to be exact, but I hear babies can be pretty unreliable, so I’ll believe it when I see him. (Besides, I put a lot of money on September 27th, so keep your paws crossed for me.)
I’ve had so many great adventures this past year in the namesake city of my honorable breed – from strutting down the red brick lines of the Freedom Trail to dressing up as a lobster roll for Halloween to changing the name of my historic neighborhood Beacon Hill to Bacon Hill (still waiting for this last one to completely catch on). In fact, moving to Boston was the entire reason I decided to start this blog! I'm grateful for all the memories I've made exploring this grand city and I hope you've enjoyed them too. To honor this patriotic American city before we move onto our next adventure, I thought I'd share some of my most favorite Boston moments with you…
It’s been way too long since my last blog post friends. I’ve been busy hibernating through these cold, dark winter months. Can you believe it snowed here in Beantown on April 1st? I mean come on weather gods, give me a freakin’ break. But finally spring has arrived, which here in Boston means two nice sunny days, followed by five wet, soggy days. But as long as there’s no snow, you won’t hear old Bacon complain. Since the weather is warming up, I’m back in good spirits and I’m ready to start roaming the mean streets of Boston for new adventures once again.
April is a busy, exciting month here in Boston. So many big events and activities. I’ve been carefully contemplating the topic of my next blog post...
I never really loved the idea of Halloween. Dressing up in ridiculous costumes, parading around the neighborhood for miles and miles, socializing with creepy little neighborhood kids dressed as ghosts, and witches, and zombies. Not to mention the tricks… oh good grief … all the silly tricks these humans want me to do. And the worst part is I can’t even stuff my face with chocolate to make it all seem worthwhile. So I’ve never really been too keen on Halloween. But this year is different because it turns out these Bostonians are serious about their Halloween festivities.
It’s that time of year again… the leaves are starting to fall, there’s a crisp breeze floating through the New England air, and ladies all around Boston are putting back the first PSLs of the season. It’s hard to deny the sure signs that Fall is finally here. But Fall is also the time of year when 998 of your 1000 dearest friends on Facebook are posting back to school pics. Photos of their stir-crazy kids waiting anxiously for the bus with their brand new kicks and oversized backpacks. Holding chalkboard signs that say… I want to be a butcher when I grow up. (Wait, or is that just me?)
Now that I’ve been living in Beantown for a few months and the steamy summer weather is starting to cool down, Mom says I can no longer get away with being the new pup in town and hide in my apartment all day like a loner (insert eye roll here). She says I need to get out there and make some new Boston furiends. I say… why? But I’ve picked up some wisdom over my past 7 years, and when Mom asks if you want to do something, turns out you don’t really have any say in the matter at all. And so the dreaded search for new friends began...
