Hot Diggity Dog!

I am about to relate my account of what could only be called "the best day EVER." It all started when Eph and Anne-Marie decided to present me to my minions on the path that runs along Lake Ontario here in Toronto. But, before we even got to the lake trail, what did I spot but an entire patch of hot dogs, that's right, HOT DOGS, growing in a stand of grass near the sidewalk. Not only were there hot dogs, but buns, I tell you, buns! Do I know how or why they got there? No. It may have had something to do with the close proximity of what I presume to be the neighborhood crack house, but do I care? Again, no. Eph and Anne-Marie were occupied with their own conversation (yeah, I don't get it, either), but I managed to cram two dogs into my mouth before they woke up and smelled the fatty pork products. I had to relinquish one--my precious!--when the nimrods turned around and started yelling at me, but the one I ate was memorable, to say the least. Dreams do come true.