A 'Dog and a Beer

Well, it was not quite a 'dog an a beer but a 'dog and an orange soda.  I had to get an authentic NYC Hotdog, so I did... at 10:30am!  Here I am eating the hotdog:



Those darn paparazzi... I can't even eat a hotdog in peace! 





My hotdog was very tasty.  I told the guy, "I would like a medium-well cooked hotdog in a fresh bun, lightly toasted, with a touch of ketchup."  This beats the microwaved ballpark franks that I make at home.  Mr. Vegas (that's my dog) likes hotdogs too, butt after a few hours no one wants to be around Mr. Vegas!

The hotdog gave me the energy to finish up playing and blowing bubbles in the park.


I'm tryin' to play over here! Get that camera outta my face!