Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for May 05, 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.
flop sweat? I had to look that up.