A Dog Eating 100 Hotdogs is VERY Smelly… 🌭🐶💨
Let me preface this by saying: never underestimate a dog’s appetite—or their ability to turn a good day into a gas-filled disaster.
It all started on the Fourth of July. Family, fireworks, barbecue… and Teddy, our Golden Retriever, who thinks every party is thrown in his honor. He was wearing his red, white, and blue bandana and mingling like a socialite—getting pets, posing for selfies, and eyeing the grill like a hawk.
I turned my back for one minute. One minute.
That’s when it happened.
Uncle Joe stepped away from the grill tray for just long enough. Teddy seized the moment like a seasoned thief. Before we could stop him, he had launched himself onto the picnic table and dove headfirst into the hotdog mountain meant for our entire family.
Gone. Vanished. Hotdog after hotdog disappeared into Teddy’s mouth like a magic trick. By the time we caught him mid-chomp, it was too late.
He had eaten close to 100 hotdogs. Buns and all.
Cue the emergency vet call. Fortunately, the vet assured us that while Teddy would definitely regret his life choices, he’d survive—with a bloated belly and some very… unfortunate side effects.
Oh boy. The smell.
It hit about two hours later.
Let’s just say, Teddy turned our backyard into a biological hazard zone. We had to air out the house. The couch became off-limits. People were walking around with their noses inside red Solo cups. Roo, our other dog, abandoned him entirely, looking at Teddy like he had personally offended her soul.
Teddy? He had no shame. Just a gassy grin and a tail wag that said, “I regret nothing.”
We spent the rest of the night lighting citronella candles, apologizing to guests, and trying not to cry-laugh every time someone shouted, “Who let off another one?!”
By morning, Teddy was back to normal—though no one’s trusting him near a grill ever again. And the phrase “silent but deadly”? Yeah… we now call that a “Teddy.”
So yes, a dog eating 100 hotdogs is VERY smelly.
It’s also a story we’ll never forget.
