Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for January 01, 2004
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Chazz: Ew. Dog breath. Poncho: Well what kind of breath am I supposed to have? Gazelle breath?? Poncho: Sorry, sorry, I lashed out at you there. I think it was manifest guilt over chewing up yur slipper. Poncho: Gawd, why did I just admit that? Stupid, stupid, stupid! Chazz: You either need less therapy or more, I'm not sure which.