I’m not sure about global warming, especially when I read about the frigid conditions in other parts of the country. But I sure do believe in California Warming.
I have been hot, and I am a dog. I guess that you could call me a Hot Dog!
I don’t understand why you call them Hot Dogs. I mean, they don’t look like puppies at all. And besides, who would want to eat a clever, adorable canine? I don’t understand at all.
I would love to drive this hot dog. Wouldn’t it be fun? Wouldn’t it be so cool? I mean, so HOT! I could drive to Melanie’s school to pick her up after classes, and all the kids would come running out to see me, and I would bark out the window,
“ARF! I am one really HOT Dog!”
Yes, that is what I think I will do. I will have to talk to dad about buying me one of these hot dogs. Yessiree dog!