Hot Dog!

Dad paraded me around the yard the other day after I ate my first hot dog. He was excited, but not as excited as me because that hot dog was the best thing I've ever tasted.

He cut it up and put it on my plate and told me it was a "hot dog". I whispered "Hot!" because that's what Mum and Dad tell me to say when I get too close to the oven or to their tea. Then I barked, "woof woof" because that's the sound that dogs make. But it wasn't that hot and I sure hope it wasn't a real dog.