I hate hot dogs. When I was young I was a bit poor. There was a butcher shop in a small town not far from where I lived that sold hot dogs at 5 pounds for $2. Every week for about 3 months I would walk to that butcher shop and buy those hot dogs. I must have fixed hot dogs a thousand ways that summer. To this day I can barely even look at a hot dog with out getting a bit sick to my stomach. If I smell a hot dog I have to leave the room...I just can't take the smell. If that wasn't bad enough, I had a horrible dream some 30 years later about a man that had a hot dog for a tongue and he tried to kiss me. It was a nightmare! Worse yet, my now ex husband, ate hot dogs like there was no tomorrow. Even hot dog commercials make me feel a bit ill. If I never see another hot dog again in my life I will consider myself blessed.