Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for May 31, 2014

Well, at least Matt Murdock’s own sense of smell can help him know how to get around… and his hearing and touch too; no necessary guide dog.

Up next, they find themselves 100 miles away from home, in the hideout of the hobos…

Mr magoo

Poor Fish,Poncho is such a poop-head ! Fish better have every good luck charm out there when with Poncho just to break even !

@StelBel (from yesterday):From your reply, it’s hard to tell; but, I hope you didn’t take mine as a criticism. I meant it as the highest compliment, that the only thing I could find “wrong” was the length of the suit sleeves (a matter of personal choice, from someone who seldom wears one).You said you found the (no pocket hanky) image in the PC blog. I looked and couldn’t find it there, and Google couldn’t find it anywhere on the internet, other than your “copy”. Personally, I liked your first panel (the one that you drew) more.

Looks like he just lost his “honker”He now has a broken nose to go with his collar.

Yes – he bonked his honker. Oh helpless fish, what is he getting you into this time.

@Number SixI actually had no idea they did silent films. Thanks. They were both quite the athletes. Sort of like Harold Lloyd in, for example, this.

I don’t normally rerun something that I’ve posted before (ok, ok….actually, I do……but certainly not this soon !), but this image seems particularly appropriate for today’s strip, even though it is not a favorite or favorable image of Poncho….

Yes, Poncho, senses with plenty good luck! Stelbel, you are soooooo good, thanks for the laughs x

he kind of looks like he’s “in drag”…maybe it’s the lipstick! lol

We’ll probably find out tomorrow if that mailbox is the Palmers’ mailbox.