The Devaney Center is home to the Big Red Dog - hot dog, that is. I wasn't brave enough to eat one, but my buddy enjoyed his Clifford down to the last bite. I went for the sausage and saved room in my belly for the homemade cookies. The cookie monster would have loved them.
The day would have been better with a Missouri win, but I can't complain. The game was close until the end.
The day would have been better with a Missouri win, but I can't complain. The game was close until the end.
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Maybe the reason I only eat all-beef hot dogs is because I heard the "Clifford the Big Red Dog" joke so often...or maybe it's just b/c they're nasty...yeah, it's b/c they're nasty.
And the red ones look like they came from only one part of the actual dog.
Any reason why hot dogs are called hot dogs? From the perspective on one beagle who some have called "hot," the term for a "food" composed of pig guts and snouts and hoofs and lard is offensive.
I'm sensitive about this, but you can make it up to me if you feed me a hot dog. A big red one.
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