Hot dog

OK, so it was a really stinking hot day in September here on the island. I'm running errands and I go to the Alliance bank on Front Street - before I can fully stop the cart, Molly has thrown herself off and legged it to the beach. She did something I had never seen before and just sat down in the sea. Would not budge for nearly 15 minutes. Now that's a hot dog.

Hold the mustard!