hickonfire

My Wiener, My Pet

There’s nothin’ sweeter, nothin’ that warms the heart of this hick more than a big ol’ redneck that owns and loves a wiener dog. I mean it. We saw several old timers walkin’ their wiener dogs right through the middle of downtown Gatlinburg, dog and dog owner proud as peacocks out on the town.

We had several wiener dogs as I was growing up and we loved those little guys. The funny thing about a wiener dog is they don’t know they’re small. They’ll take on anything in your defense or defense of their food.

Speakin’ of food, we had dinner with a couple of old friends last night. “Bud” told us a great story about his Dad and his Dad’s spoiled rotten wiener dog. This pooch is so spoiled that when he comes in the house he lays on his back so his paws can get wiped off. Now, like all good self respectin’ rednecks, “Bud’s” Dad “Ollie” has a woodworkin’ shop out back of the house. One evening, “Ollie” and his ever present wiener dog were workin’ in the shop and the dog chewed through a power cord. This sent the wiener into convulsions but “Ollie” saved the dog by givin’ him mouth to snout CPR.

I’m here to tell ya, we rednecks love our wieners.

posted by hickonfire @ 12:04 PM