It’s Woozle Wednesday, and the dogs and all their critter friends are here to welcome you to our furry corner of DKOS.
[Well, Peeps, I entirely lost track of the fact that I didn’t prepare a diary for tonight. So I am reprising one from last spring, with a few minor additions. Pooties take note.]
“Hot Dogs, get your red hots, hot dogs.” Can’t you just hear the hot dog vendors? At the ballpark. On the boardwalk. Summer has (in most places) arrived. Can local fair season be far behind? And then the summer barbecuing. And what better way to celebrate than with the all-American favorite standby — the hot dog.
Woozles and hot dogs have been having a love affair from the beginning. In fact, it has gotten a bit out of hand, with the inevitable humiliating adorable costumes (what were my people thinking?!). Of course, it started with Weiner dogs, those lovable low-to-the-ground Dachshunds. Well, to be fair, the resemblance is remarkable.
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Preparing for the parade. Some of the Weiner dogs have branched out from their traditional costumed roll role portraying fair food.
Here come the traditional stars of the hot dog parade.
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Then every dog wanted to get in the act…first other low to the ground dogs…
Then the other little dogs…
Then the big dogs…
OK, this is just silly...
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I’m not happy about this, but I’ll tolerate it.
Condiments, anyone?
What we really want is real hot dogs…
Best of both worlds?
Are you hungry yet?
The conversation is now open.