Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for October 18, 2017

It’s a dough-dough bird.

And yet there you are on the couch. At least you are not eating worm chips. Those things go right to your, well, all over.

oh, you’re a big help, Poncho

Oh the poor little bird! His wings won’t flap! He better lose that weight.

Well paint my wings and call me Opus.

So the bird wasn’t eating like a bird?

Poncho doesn’t seem to understand how flight works, either.

Seems to me that a flap is a flap. Wing flap or flab flap. Flap jacks fly, why can’t I?

Squab.

Depression does not work