Hot Dog Diaries

Hot Dog Diaries Hey y'all! We're Lucy & Sally, two frigging amazing and loveable Mini Dachshund twins.

We live in Oklahoma City, allow Rob & Crystal Rogers to share our home....and open the cans 😋

IT'S OUR BIRTHDAYS!!!Lucy: Okay, first of all… HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO US!!! 🎉🐾Sally: And to our brother Charlie too!!! Triple...
04/11/2026

IT'S OUR BIRTHDAYS!!!

Lucy: Okay, first of all… HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO US!!! 🎉🐾
Sally: And to our brother Charlie too!!! Triple threat of cuteness and chaos officially turns ONE today.

Lucy: So the day started at Charlie’s house, which—honestly—already smelled like a five-star steakhouse.
Sally: That’s because Judy was outside grilling steaks like a backyard legend. We tried to supervise…
Lucy: By supervise, she means we sat under the grill hoping something would “accidentally” fall.

Sally: Meanwhile, Wylie and Big Daddy Rob were doing their very serious human bonding activity…
Lucy: Drinking beer and laughing loudly at things that didn’t seem that funny.
Sally: We assume it’s a human thing.

Lucy: The real action, though? The doggie door.
Sally: Oh yeah. The three of us—me, Lucy, and Charlie—were running in and out like it was the Puppy Olympics.
Lucy: IN!
Sally: OUT!
Lucy: IN AGAIN!
Sally: WHY ARE WE RUNNING?!
Lucy: NO ONE KNOWS!!!
Sally: Charlie tried to act cool, but it was his first birthday too, and he was just as wild as us.
Lucy: At one point he forgot which side of the door he was on and just bonked into it.
Sally: We didn’t laugh…
Lucy: …okay we totally laughed.

Sally: Then came Phase Two of Operation Birthday: we all headed up the street to OUR house.
Lucy: And WOW. Mommy went all out. The kitchen looked like a party exploded—in a good way.
Sally: Balloons everywhere!
Lucy: Banners!
Sally: Toys!
Lucy: Tutus! (We looked fabulous, by the way.)
Sally: Birthday hats and bandanas for me, my sister & brother—we had more outfit changes than a pop star.

Lucy: And then… the food.
Sally: THE FOOD!!!
Lucy: Barkday cake for us—finally, a cake that understands our lifestyle.
Sally: And cupcakes for the humans. Honestly, theirs looked less exciting but Big Daddy Rob was knocking them back like they were M&M's

Lucy: But the real MVP?
Sally: Judy’s bacon-flavored Pup Cups.
Lucy: Charlie LOST HIS MIND.
Sally: I’ve never seen someone eat so fast and still try to lick the cup for ten minutes after.
Lucy: He tried to lick MY cup too.
Sally: Rookie mistake. I guarded mine with my life.

Lucy: After that, we all went down to the pond.
Sally: Running, splashing, chasing… something… maybe nothing… definitely everything.
Lucy: At one point we barked at a leaf for five full minutes.
Sally: It deserved it.

Lucy: And just like that… we realized something big.
Sally: We’re not tiny puppies anymore.
Lucy: All 3 of us are officially…
Both: BIG DAWGS!!! 🐕🐾
Sally: We’re faster, louder, and somehow even better at causing trouble.
Lucy: And we’re very proud of ourselves & our brother.

Sally: But honestly…
Lucy: The real heroes here?
Sally: Our parents.
Lucy: For surviving an entire year of us stinking, wild, adorable rascals.
Sally: We chew things.
Lucy: We zoom at inappropriate times.
Sally: We ignore instructions.
Lucy: Selectively. Very selectively.
Sally: But we love big.
Lucy: And we party even bigger.
Both: Happy 1st Birthday to US and Charlie!!! 🎂🐾
Now… where are the leftovers? 😏

❄️🌭 Hot Dog Diaries: First Snow Ever 🌭❄️Hi. It’s us. Lucy and Sally. And today we met SNOW.We ran. We frolicked. We poun...
01/24/2026

❄️🌭 Hot Dog Diaries: First Snow Ever 🌭❄️

Hi. It’s us. Lucy and Sally. And today we met SNOW.

We ran. We frolicked. We pounced. We stuck our faces directly into it because that felt like the correct choice. ❄️🐾 Flying ears, snowy noses, full joy. Absolute magic.

We did try very hard to convince Mom to play too, but she was wrapped up like a burrito and kept mumbling something about the wind chill being a mild -10. 🥶 Rude.

So we handled it ourselves. And honestly? We think we did great.

First snow day: 10/10, would frolic again.

— Lucy & Sally 🐶🐶

12/20/2025

Mom and Dad sat us down and said, “Girls, it’s time you start contributing around here.”

Rude… but okay.

First, we considered DoorDash. Turns out:
• Short legs
• No sense of direction
• And we ate the delivery

Next up: Walmart shoppers.
Apparently “adding treats, toys, and squeaky chickens to every order” is not allowed. Also, carts are scary.

So here we are now—working full-time as elves in Santa’s workshop. 🧝‍♀️🧝‍♀️
Making toys ✔️
Looking adorable ✔️
Paid in praise, snacks, and naps ✔️✔️✔️

Meanwhile, our brother Charlie?
Does he have a job? ❌
Is he working in the workshop? ❌
Is he still getting treats and naps? ✅✅✅

We’d like to formally state for the record: this does not feel fair.

Still, elf life suits us.
Union breaks are frequent.
Dress code is festive.
And productivity drops dramatically after snack time.

🎁 Love,
Lucy & Sally
—Hardworking elves, professional cuties, questioning management

"Charlie’s Big Gator Adventure" as told by Charlie (the bravest small creature in the neighborhood… eventually)Today was...
11/25/2025

"Charlie’s Big Gator Adventure" as told by Charlie (the bravest small creature in the neighborhood… eventually)

Today was the day. The legendary day. The day I, Charlie—Lucy and Sally’s little brother—finally got to go Gator riding with my wild & crazy sisters.

At first, I wasn’t so sure I wanted this “adventure.” As soon as the John Deere Gator rumbled to life, I was trembling so hard that Aunt Crystal probably thought she had a miniature earthquake in her lap. Mommy Judy had put a blue safety harness on me ahead of time, which was basically a tiny hug machine that said, “You’re not going anywhere, buddy.”

Honestly? I didn’t mind. I needed emotional support.
This thing was loud.

Uncle Rob jumped in like he was preparing for a high-speed jungle expedition. My sisters climbed aboard like seasoned professionals—Lucy giving the “LET’S GO!” signal and Sally already planning the chaos.

At first, I sat still. Very still. SO still that Aunt Crystal kept checking if I was breathing.

But slowly…
ever so slowly…
the rumbling turned from “scary” to “kinda cool.”

Then it happened.

Lucy looked up front at me with that “Come on, Charlie!” face.
Sally started hyping me up like a sports announcer.
And Aunt Crystal said the magic words:
“I think he’s ready to ride in the back.”

I puffed up my chest, gathered every ounce of courage in my tiny dog body, and BOOM—suddenly I was in the back of the Big Green John Deere Gator with my crazy sisters like a fearless woodland explorer.

We rode through the neighborhood first. Everyone waved at us—because of course they did. We looked like a VIP parade, and I’m pretty sure at least three people thought I was famous.

Then Uncle Rob turned toward the woods.
The real adventure.
The place where heroes are made.

We saw birds—which I barked at.
Geese—which I avoided (because those things are basically dragons).
Ducks—which I considered chasing but decided to play it cool.
And big scary dogs—which I barked at VERY bravely from the safety of the moving vehicle.

Uncle Rob handled the off-roading like a stunt driver. Branches bouncing, dirt flying, sisters screaming with joy—
and Aunt Crystal calmly reminding everyone,
“Hold on… SLOW DOWN… WATCH THE BUMP… CAREFUL WITH THE BABY.”

(Which, obviously, was me.)

By the end, my ears were flapping in the wind, my tail was going like a helicopter, and I felt like the king of the woods.

People waved.
Kids pointed.
I’m pretty sure someone said, “OMG IT’S CHARLIE,”
though that might’ve been in my head.

All I know is this:

I can’t WAIT until Mommy Judy lets me go again.

Best. Day. Ever.

— Charlie 🐾✨

10/18/2025

Us two sisters Lucy and Sally playing with our baby brother Charlie. Playtime is good. We like it 😁 🐕 🐶 🐕

10/02/2025

So today Mommy came home with the holy grail of treasures—PUP CUPS! I could smell the whipped cream before the car door even shut. My tail went into turbo mode, Lucy was already squeaking like a mouse on crack, and I swear Big Daddy Rob had that goofy grin like he knew this was about to be video worthy!

But here’s the thing—Mommy wouldn’t just give us the pup cups. Nope. She went full “dog trainer” on us. “Roll over, Lucy! Roll over, Sally!” Excuse me, ma’am, do I look like a circus seal? I nearly got rug burn from all the rolling. Meanwhile, Lucy did some floppy half-roll that didn’t even count, but she still got whipped cream. Not fair!

Of course Big Daddy Rob had the camera rolling the whole time, probably hoping for a blooper reel. (Spoiler: the blooper was ME getting whipped cream on my nose and then sneezing it onto Mommy’s shirt. You’re welcome, internet.)

Eventually, I did get my Pup Cup after THREE dramatic rollovers—Oscar-worthy performance if you ask me—give me my ice cream lady! Totally worth the humiliation tho. Lucy licked hers so fast it was gone in 3.7 seconds. I savored mine like a queen… until she tried to steal it. Don’t worry—I growled my “back off, sister” growl.

In conclusion: Pup cups are delicious, rollovers are overrated, and Big Daddy Rob is probably going to edit that video into slow motion with music 🎶

- Love Sally ❤️

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