Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for May 05, 2016
May 04, 2016
May 06, 2016
Transcript:
Master: Okay, we've made it through lunch. Hudson: You almost faltered with that can-opener! Master: I can't help it! I'm terrified of that little dog! When the dinner bell goes off, I get flop sweat, hives, nausea, and heart palpitations. Hudson: Pavlov's dog must be laughing in his grave.
Argythree about 8 years ago
Hudson and his ‘master’ should go stay at Chaz’s house…
Templo S.U.D. about 8 years ago
poor owner of Hudson
Ruth Brown about 8 years ago
Good joke.
DennisinSeattle Premium Member about 8 years ago
“Scorf blurk scaff” Poncho, mind your manners!
juicebruce about 8 years ago
Just have animal control come and take Poncho away !
sheep about 8 years ago
And this comes from an over-trained dog.
Pohka about 8 years ago
Lol!! Nicely played sir, very nicely played! Love the play on Pavlov’s dog. Next we need Schrodinger’s cat to make an appearance;-)
vaughnrl2003 Premium Member about 8 years ago
flop sweat? I had to look that up.
alexzabala about 8 years ago
HAHAHA!
erin.adamic Premium Member about 8 years ago
And now this arc is funny again. Love this one!
chromosome Premium Member about 8 years ago
Just let him eat himself to death…
Tawanda about 8 years ago
I had no idea Poncho was so deprived. Seriously???