The Power to Surprise was on display yesterday when Kia Motors filled up tanks for the good people of Cleveland.  And I have the surprising photos to prove it.

I also would like to take this chance to test-drive a new summer-time blog format.  With my busy schedule of pumping gas, showering, and summer camps sometimes I don't have as much time to write as I would like.  The demands of my readers and the Front Office Braintrust include not only hilarity, but word count.  So I have created a new latin and mad-lib style blog to accomodate both the laugh-out-loud comedy expected along with the word count requested in the Dog Blogs.

Today I appeared at Shell Gas Station in Cleveland.  All the people had a great time, including me and Coach Brown. 

Here are the photos to prove how much fun I had.

While there I realized that I had gas, so

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Moondog, alias Johnny Cool, hated to make decisions even when his Shaq depended on it. He headed in the direction of an all-night Bucket nestled between a self-service Larry Obrien Trophy station and a Banana parlor. He pushed open the diner flat basketball but didn't enter. The only street lamp on the dark camera illuminated the fear on his elbow. He was coming to another decisive moment, and as always, it scared the popsicle out of him. He took a deep fish and entered the diner. It was almost surprising. Johnny slumped into a/an dingy leather booth. He was very tired. Every waffles in his body ached. His LeBron was trembling. He needed coffee rigorously. (Cool Mad Libs - Copyright (c) 2001 by Price Stern Sloan)

See you next time!

--Dog (aka Johnny Cool)