I dunno… aside from Cleo herself being leery of selling something called a hot dog…
I myself would feel wary about buying food, much less a meat product… from a dog.
No offense, Cleo…. but when I think about what my dog used to be willing to eat, and under what conditions she didn’t mind it being stored or found…. yuck!
And when was the last time you saw a dog wash its paws?
When I do buy a hotdog… which is usually only at Costco…. don’t hate me, but it’s ketchup all the way.
And onions, occasionally relish…. loads and loads of ketchup…. and no mustard!
There, I said it! No mustard!
Years ago, I loved the hot dogs at the famous, wildly popular, but now defunct, Kasper’s in Oakland, CA….
To a transplanted college student from the Midwest, they were wondrous, and exotically Californian… with fresh chopped onions and big wedges of tomato.
Oddly, though, I’ve never seen any like that since. Sigh….
Anyway… rather like Monty, I often (I’m told) declaim the obvious…. “It’s raining!” …. and such…
as though I’ve awakened, like Rip Van Winkle, as a stranger in a new world, that to everybody else is already boringly familiar.
Hi everybody… here I am…..
very sleepy…. but couldn’t just go to bed without pointing out to any newbies that we’re here, every day, on the 10-year-old Ballard St, to comment on
the current “CLEO and COMPANY” strip…. today’s being for Nov 25th 2018
Which you can read on Sherpa
http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy
I dunno… aside from Cleo herself being leery of selling something called a hot dog…
I myself would feel wary about buying food, much less a meat product… from a dog.
No offense, Cleo…. but when I think about what my dog used to be willing to eat, and under what conditions she didn’t mind it being stored or found…. yuck!
And when was the last time you saw a dog wash its paws?
When I do buy a hotdog… which is usually only at Costco…. don’t hate me, but it’s ketchup all the way.
And onions, occasionally relish…. loads and loads of ketchup…. and no mustard!
There, I said it! No mustard!
Years ago, I loved the hot dogs at the famous, wildly popular, but now defunct, Kasper’s in Oakland, CA….
To a transplanted college student from the Midwest, they were wondrous, and exotically Californian… with fresh chopped onions and big wedges of tomato.
Oddly, though, I’ve never seen any like that since. Sigh….
Anyway… rather like Monty, I often (I’m told) declaim the obvious…. “It’s raining!” …. and such…
as though I’ve awakened, like Rip Van Winkle, as a stranger in a new world, that to everybody else is already boringly familiar.
Oh well, I say… at least I’m never bored.
Ooooh look…. a chicken!