Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for August 01, 2010

Keep dreaming Poncho.

Where’s Nocturna when you need backup?

I thought butterflies were free.

If my free dreams were a reality, Id be the worlds greatest chick magnet.

If my dreams were reality, I’d be a High School Freshman again, only without any pants.

Hey, dream big!

Oh I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Wiener

Then everybody would be in love with me.

Life in the trash lane.

If my dreams were reality, I would relive the late 1960’s to 1990’s. That’s when shortwave radio fun to listen to.

”I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of dog to say what dream it was: dog is but an azs, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was – there is no dog can tell what. Methought I was – and methought I had – but dog is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of dog hath not heard, the ear of dog hath not seen, dog’s hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.”

Is Poncho a dog who dreamt he was a garbage truck, or a garbage truck who dreams he is a dog?

I have been a stranger in a strange land

I can grok that, Alcoatari!

I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream….etc etc,

Fritzoid….what were you on when you wrote this…..is it available non pres?

Welsh Rarebit, with some thistles on the side.

Getting to the Bottom of the matter, fritzoid?

^ My dream hath no Bottom.

i hope he dreams of breathmints too