Seeing this truck, I can't help but think the poor guy ran out of room to write KoЯndog.  I'm also struggling to figure out how a HoЯndog KoЯndog would taste, but I'd imagine it would growl/obnoxiously pop its mouth at you before giving your mouth oral herpes, passing through your digestive system, and going on to record a multi-platinum album from a Bakersfield septic tank.