I FORGOT MY DOG

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

A few days ago when cooking some burgers for my wife and me, I decided to “throw” a wiener and bun on the grill and make a hot dog for myself.

When the burgers were done I took them in the house, added “everything under the sun” and set in the cool, air-conditioned house eating with a big smile on my face.

I wanted to clean the grill while it was still warm so I reluctantly went back out into the heat of the Arizona sun and started cleaning. This is a task I do not enjoy!

All of a sudden I noticed something on the warming rack of the grill. It was my hot dog—delicious hot dog I might add. I had forgotten all about it.

I cleaned with one hand and held the hot dog in the other hand and ate until it was gone. From now on I will always leave a dog behind just waiting for me to come back and clean the grill. I hate cleaning the grill but on this occasion I could barely remember doing it.