Oswald, high as a kite, is selling hot dogs at the beach.

 

The hot dogs' savory aroma attracts a bipedal canine:

 

The prospect of eating the tube of minced, spiced meat produces an overwhelming salivary response:

Unfortunately, the hot dog is sentient, and emits a cry of pain when eaten:

The large dog gives the small dog his freedom.

To punish the small sentient creatures who do not wish to be stabbed with teeth and dissolved by gastric acids, Oswald employs . . . spanking.

It's all very, very wrong.

We meet the girlfrield, accompanied by a small dog who seems destined - nay, doomed - to end up in a bun himself, with all the comic complications that result.

 

But no. Oswald reintroduces himself to his constant romantic interest, who semes to have forgotten him since she saved him from the front lines in the last war. He reveals the extent of his mental abilities:

 

Later they engage in some sea-based shennanigans, which you can see below.