Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for February 05, 2009
February 04, 2009
February 06, 2009
Transcript:
Poncho: Your driveway must be a mile long! You can't even see the road from here. Orlando: Here, use this. Poncho: Oh, yeah, now I... hey, hey! I think I see the mailman! WOOF! WOOF! Orlando: He'll never hear you from here, Cromwell. Butler: Right away, sir. Car: VROOOOM... Poncho: What's... what's Cromwell doing to him? Orlando: Biting his leg, if he's doing his job right.
margueritem over 15 years ago
Now, that’s wealthy!
wndrwrthg over 15 years ago
“Neither sleet or rain nor gloom of nigh…Hey! let go! what do you think your do…ouch”!
alondra over 15 years ago
Orlando can’t even bite the mailman himself, he has his servant do it. Cromwell must really be desperate to keep his job.
carmy over 15 years ago
Doesn’t sending Cromwell out there ruin the fun for Poncho?
cleokaya over 15 years ago
Mmm postman. Tastes just like chicken.
leslynmoore over 15 years ago
I almost feel sorry for Orlando. He does not even get to do what dogs “love” to do naturally - have fun! Don’t believe Poncho would stick around too much longer - the drabness would soon tire him and cause him to go running home to Chazz, Carmen, and the cats!!
Khard12 over 15 years ago
Macushlalondra says: Orlando can’t even bite the mailman himself, he has his servant do it
That’s just cuz Orlando’s legs are too short to reach the pedals in the limo. Otherwise he’d be all over that. Maybe he needs one of those little cars the Shriners use in parades.
John_E over 15 years ago
Nice architectural drawing, Paul
cleopv154 over 15 years ago
Cromwell does all that because the truth is thathe’s not human he’s…he’s……..a Mindless Zombie!!!!!!!!!!