The hot dogs, who are made of reanimated animal flesh, have . . . a hot dog dog.

He's not risking his store grinders.

Isn't it . . . peculiar that the weiners casually lounge around a house in which their inert brethern are eaten with rapacious delight? I'm imagining the pitch to the client. We'll anthropomorphize the product, turn it into a form of vaudeville act, and watch sales take off!