Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for November 19, 2005
Transcript:
Poo Poo: Sorry to hear about your lost Kibble, Poncho. Poncho: It was gut-wrenching. Dog: Oh, boo-hoo! One lost Kibble! Back in my day we didn't even have Kibble! We had to eat rocks! And not the good rocks like we gots today, but old, gnarly, broken rocks! Then, when the depression came, we didn't have any rocks. We had to eat hardened bits of ground lamb meal! Poncho: That's Kibble!