Yesterday Mom asked me if I wanted a hot dog for lunch. I nodded yes, because of course, dogs are awesome. Who wouldn't want to invite dogs to lunch. Shadow is super cool and should have friends over whenever she wants.
We sat down and Mom put a plate in front of me. Wait, a hot dog? I was shocked and disgusted! I shook my head "No!," pointed at Shadow, and said "woof, woof." Mom looked at me. I shook my head "No!," pointed at Shadow, and said "woof, woof" again. I think she got my drift. Mom pointed and said, "No, it's not a dog, it's a wiener." Wasn't it Shakespeare who said, "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"? You can't fool me.
How insensitive can Mom be trying to feed me a dog in front of my 2nd best bud Shadow (my 1st best bud being Mater of course)? Really Mom, get with the program. And she calls me silly.