Corn and Dog Trouble

Tonight I sent this story to a dear friend in an e-mail.  I decided the story is blog worthy.

"Ok - so, here's a little story about my evening. I think it will serve three purposes for you. 1 - it might make you laugh. I rolled my eyes a little about my predicament. 2 - it will serve as a warning, as a fellow canine owner with corn dog loving children you need to be aware of this. 3 - It will prepare you for the inevitable.

 So, tonight I make the kids corn dogs and baked fries for dinner (I know, eating like champions). First, Max pretends that he has eaten his really fast, but eventually shows us that he has bitten off the top, and then shoved the stick of the corndog down the front of his pants with the rest sticking out of his wasteband so that it looks like........ Nevermind. You don't want to know what it looks like.  He thought he was pretty funny.  Then, after a few minutes he is whining that he dropped his corn dog and Truman ate it. I told him that's too bad and he can have a banana. I don't know why I was on such a phallic symbol roll for dinner tonight. Anyway, half an hour later I start to wonder - where is the corn dog stick? I search around and find fragments of it on the floor that equal maybe a quarter of a stick total. Great. My dog has corn dog stick ripping up his guts. So, I call the vet to find out what to do. He tells me to give Truman bran cereal for a few days to "bulk up his bowels and help it pass through." Now, I ask you, what family with an average age under fifty has All-Bran sitting around? The Commissary is closed for the night at this point, it's after 8 P.M. I stop by the gas station to see if they have anything - no such luck. So, at this point, Max and I have to make the hour long trip to town and back to get All-Bran for our corn dog stick eating dog. And that, is my Saturday night."