Lucky Dogs
August 3rd, 2008 by ComputerBob
A few nights ago, my wife had a taste for hot dogs. So, being the devoted husband that I am, I ran out and bought a package of Ball Park Bun-Length Beef Franks, so that I could cook a couple of them for her while she relaxed and watched TV.
While I cooked her hot dogs, I opened two hot dog buns and fried them face-down with a little bit of margarine, to give them the crispy, brown, buttery insides that she loves. My wife came into the kitchen, got out the sharp cheddar cheese, and cut four or five long, thin slices, which she left on her dinner plate.
Then, returning to the living room, she called out, “That cheese is for the dogs!”
So I called Max and Mini into the kitchen. They were very happy to gobble down what I thought was a lot of cheese for two little dogs to be eating.
Several minutes later, I placed the pair of cooked hot dogs into the warm buns, spread a very thin coat of mustard and ketchup on them, arranged them nicely on the plate, and carried them out to my wife.
She took a bite and said, “Mmm — good! But where’s the cheese?”
“I gave it to Mini and Max like you said.”
She burst out laughing — “When I said it was for the dogs, I meant it was for the hot dogs!”
