When most people think of a corn dog, they think of a hot dog on a stick dipped in a cornmeal batter and deep fried. Fair or festival food. Gross I read the package of hot dogs when I was 11 and haven't eaten one since. Well, Shiloh can't read, and will do just about anything for fresh vegetables (especially raw potatoes and sweet potatoes. And I must say, he does have impeccable manners while eating . . . are you ready? Corn on the cob! Dad eats almost all of the ear, leaving about half a dozen kernels on the cob for the little poop.
In his tribute to the English always raising one pinkie while drinking tea, Shiloh raises one paw as he nibbles
Well, a thunder storm is coming through, the thunder rumbling nice and so it is time for me to head to bed.
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