Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for November 12, 2010

Keep piling on the insults!

Just cool it for now, Chazz!

Chaz keeps adding fuel to the flame.

Chaz I think it is about time you shut your mouth. You just keep digging it deeper and deeper. And what kind of name is Pancho anyway? The only one who should have his mouth open wide, and he does, his our little puppy friend Poncho!

Sounds like something I did years ago. When I signed the birth papers for my daughter. I left the h out. When the wife found out she had a name for me that I won’t say here. How was I suppose to know there was more than one way to spell Megan? :)

Poncho is going to need years of therapy after this whole conversation ends.

I get the feeling I know where this is going. I think we’ll be seeing the introduction of “planky” soon.

Poor little Poncho! Love that last panel!

Later in their relationship Chazz tells P that he is half French Bulldog and half something else and P’s response made me wet my pants.

Being a typo can be amusing. They tried to draft me & ship my buττ to Nam when I was 8.

My parents misspelled my name on my birth certificate. In fact, they only got two of the letters right, the “r” and the “i”. It wasn’t until I was 15 that I realized I was really “Fritz”.

They weren’t to blame, though. After all, they barely knew me at the time, so how could they be expected to know my true name?

jollytimes: “How was I suppose to know there was more than one way to spell Megan?”

There’s also more than one way to pronounce it: mee-gan may-gan meg-gan throat-warb-ler-man-grove…

rofl at phonetic spelling of Raymond Luxury-Yacht

Fritzoid wins!

It’s okay Poncho. We humans are mostly mutts too.

Poncho’s no mutt, he’s a hybrid!