Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for February 24, 2016

HA!!!!

Oh, it is some dog Poncho knows. (Bone Crusher from some arc a long time ago, right?)

Poncho has learned a valuable skill from the cats.

Poncho sure moves fast when he wants to !

Talk about in your face!

He sure as heck knows YOU, Ponch!

Faster than a speeding bullet. Able to leap tall trees in a single bound.

milk box, aka, literary contrivance.

-@Mikeand@Kalkuna

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I grew up in Pittsburgh in the 1950s, and one of the houses where we lived had a free standing milk box on the back porch, but no milk box that gave access to the inside. It would have been better to have the kind that gave access to the inside. Many mornings we found the milk bottle (yeah, milk was delivered in glass bottles back then) with its top off, because the milk had frozen and pushed up out of the bottle…

Ha, I almost missed Poncho in the last panel.

When I was small my mother used me like Poncho when she locked us out of the house.

Cat-like reflexes!

That dog DOES look familiar.

My parents bought our first house new in 1957. It had a milk door just like the one in this strip. Milk delivery stopped in the late ’60s and from then on it became the Cat Door.

My parents’ house, built in early 60’s, has one of those milk boxes too. Later, on they used it to store stuff needed for the outside. They put in a lock on the inside, but the outside was always easy to open.

Milk box?

I remember metal milk boxes on the stoop but not in the wall. But the amazing part is that the milk deliveries in our Philly neighborhood in the 1940’s was by horse-drawn wagon! (It just occurred to me: could that have been because of wartime fuel rationing?)