Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for September 28, 2003
Transcript:
Poncho: Thank you! Thank you! Chazz: Geez, forget to refill a water dish one time and it's the academy awards! Poncho: You like me! You really like me! Crash-landing in the desert, I pull myself from the wreckage. The searing sun beats down upon my back, draining my spirit and strength. Still, I soldier on. Thirst grips my throat like a vice. Death leaves a calling card at my doorstep. I can hear fate cackling as it dangles a last hope before me. Water? A mirage. I lie stricken and doomed, my life essence rustling through my body like the sand through my fingers...