On the way back to the car after walking off my pie, I caught a whiff of something tasty. VERY tasty.
I'd never smelled anything like it in my whole entire life. So fresh and pure and meaty. I begged my human to let me get a closer sniff. She said I could look. And I could smell. But I could not eat.
I agreed to her terms then followed my nose to the source of the scent. Turns out it was coming from this cart thingy. A cart thingy with a picture of a DOG on it? If that's not a sign I should eat something, I don't know what is. I pointed this out to my human:
Hey look! It's food for dogs. Can I just have a taste?? Pleeeeeeeeease?
It's not FOR dogs, Puglet. It IS a dog. A hot dog, she said.
HUH WHAT?!? This totally freaked me out. That really tasty meaty smell was a hot cooked DOG? Who the heck would cook a dog? And who on earth would ever eat one???
I didn't want to stick around to find out. So I made a break for it and ran to the car. When my human caught up to me she was mad. Very mad. But when she saw how scared I was she stopped being mad, gave me a hug and asked what was wrong.
They are cooking dogs. THAT is what's wrong.
My human explained that a hot dog is made out of cow, not dog. I wanted to know why it's called hot dog if it's made out of cow, but she didn't have an answer for that one. So I asked if I could have a taste, y'know - to make sure the main ingredient really was cow.
Nice try, Puglet was all she said.