Hank the Dog runs the sausage race

You might have read about Hank, the Brewers’ spring-training dog. Well, horrible news from Arizona:

The first to go down was bratwurst. Hank clipped his ankles, sending him tumbling. Before anyone in the stunned crowd could react, Hank savagely devoured his face.

Chorizo went down next, his screams audible from the parking lot. Then Italian sausage, followed by Polish sausage ... oh, god, the humanity.

Wait, no, that’s not what happened. Instead, Hank the dog wore tiny hot dog buns and ran around with stuffed sausages. This is much better. This is so much better. Here pooch here pooch c’mere pooch here pooch c’mere let me skritch you here pooch c’mere pooch here pooch c’mon boy.