July 26th 2009 6:09 pm
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You are never gonna belief this, but my beagle pals Yankee and Ryder from down the block were out walking yesterday and they found an entire box full of turkey franks! It was down by the Catholic church at the end of our street and Mom figures there was a church picnic or luncheon of some kind, maybe even a funeral meal or sumthin', and someone forgot to take that last carton of meat back in.
I'm not kidding, there musta been over a hunderd weinies in that box! It was just full to the brim with those packages of lots of hot dogs. I dunno how many in a package, but it is more than three happening three times in each package. That must be gabillions of weiners! Oh my paws! And did their Mom let them take it home or at least have a taste? Of course not. And in this economy, too! That is ridiculous. I mean, there are doggies starving on the other side of some gates, and here we jus let good gobs of food go to waste. Sheeeeesh. No wonder the world is going to the . . . wait a minute. Mom said that cuz those weiners had been sitting out overnight, they weren't fit for human consumption.
Hello! Are we not proudly not human? Okay, that is more the cat's job, but as long as I isn't a human, gimme those weiners! If I can dig under the fence jus one more time, you know where I'm headin'. Lexie says I hafta go west to get to the church. Now if only I knew what that meant . . .
Seersly? And they couldn't even keep the weeners? So not fair! I thot it was "finders-keepers"? BOL!
OMD!! Dat's unbewievable!! Da nerbe ob sum peeples!! Buddy? West is dat way>...I fink.
Put your sniffer to the ground and sniff real hard and I am sure you;ll find them!
OMD Buddy! Weiners not being able to be eaten? What is this world coming too? Spin around 3 times fast and whichever way you are facing will most certainly be west!
What a terrible thing, one day late to a whole box of hot dogs.That is like being one number short on the lottery.
If you want to head west, follow the sun. If you come to the ocean turn around and go back!
OMD! Buddy! Abandoned Weiners? A bazillion, or gabillion, you say?
Holy Smokes! Ernie has dreams about stuff like that most evfurry night.
What a magical pawlace that land of the Cheeses, the Wisconsin, must be!