This is a story about our very first [weiner] roast of the summer.
But first, may I be frank? I despise the word weiner. Around here, we say hot dog roast.
For some reason weiner just makes me itchy. Like the word maneuver. Manooooover.
I know … very odd. I’ve been told that before. Anyway …
Preparation is key to a successful [frankfurter] roast.
Precision is priceless when it comes to sticking your dog.
Patience is imperative.
Remember these tips and your crowd will be pleased.
A word of advice, though, if I may.
Never ever, under any circumstances take your eyes off your dog.
If you do, your dog may disappear.
It may run off with the real dogs.
Your dog will be lost forever.
Tears won’t do any good.
A broken heart won’t bring it back.
Luckily, we have lots of dogs around here.
And smiles. Lots of smiles to keep everyone happy, no matter what.
Gotta love a good frankfurter roast! The tears melt my heart…I’m in for serious trouble when there are 2 little monkeys giving me those tears!
Looks like so much fun! Poor farm boy. Makes you want to give him a big hug!