Not every dog can do every trick, and breeding matters. The short-legged, long-bodied dachshund, for example, will never execute a backflip.

Timmy’s lip trembled as he considered the body of the poor hot dog, feet up in the air the creature looked like it had died terribly, gasping for air, perhaps they drowned or had a stroke, it was hard to tell as the park looked otherwise bucolic.

Matilda’s lip trembled in dismay. Her pet sausage Harold had been unceremoniously chargrilled and dumped in a wonderbread bun without even the decency of a relish blanket. His wife Edwina, inscrutable, observed from the end of the picnic table.

Hannah the hot dog link looked a little concerned at Harold, who was lying dead in a hotdog bun. Suzie might eat him, but no one really knows.

The baby ogress chewed the table in anticipation while watching the results of her prank. The hot dog had finally discovered Jack sleeping in his bun.

Shrek’s baby girl observed intently as the wiener dog considered the wiener man, asleep and drooling in his hot dog bun bed.