The First Taste

Is always the best.

Rudy got his first taste today.  His first taste of Hebrew National hotdog.

6 of them.  By accident, of course.  Although I know that some people feed their dogs hotdogs.  This is something I didn't think that he needed to taste.  I googled "my dog ate a pack of hotdogs", and found lots of threads.  One dog ate a pack of hotdogs, a baguette and hotdog buns.  So, that was way worse.  Rudy didn't even touch the buns that were sitting next to the hotdogs on the counter.

So, judging by the empty plastic torn up packaging on the floor, the first taste led to a second, and a third and a fourth and a fifth, and then a sixth.

Six hotdogs.  In one 50 pound dog.  Damn.  That's a lot of fat and salt for one dog.

And now he thinks he's top dog.  He's trying to lay on the bed, not wanting the cats to be on the couch with us.  The FP was trying to sleep, and he jumped on bed with him and was biting and growling.  

This guy can be a real PITA sometimes.