Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for August 17, 2014
Poncho: Sooo hotttt… Poncho: It's like I'm lying in the middle of the sahara! Poncho: It's like I'm in a tanning bed turned up to 1000! Poncho: It's like I'm covered in cooking oil frying in a skillet heated on the surface of the sun! Poncho: Some respite! Please world, I beg you! Anything! Poncho: Water! A spritz of sweet revitalizing hope! Poncho: What could possibly be behind this merciful refreshment from above? Droolia: Hi, Poncho! Poncho: Awww, Droolia! Gross!!