Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for November 20, 2017

And all this time Poncho thought Skippy was a guy dog?

Skippy, also, seems to have thought that.

I thought a dog’s sense of smell told him the difference?

As a neutered dog, Maybe Poncho lost the ability to discriminate. But Skippy? You would think she would be mobbed by the intact males when she went into heat.

The craving for pickle ‘n’ ice cream flavored kibble should’ve been a clue.

Ruh roh. To quote an old, old song, “Harry the dog is as big as can be. And Harry the dog had puppies last week. We didn’t know if it was a he or a she. Now we know”.

Skippette?

In other words: Skippy, Skippy, Skipity, skip!

Umm… Skippy… what did you think that boy dog was doing to you?

None of them wondered about the weight gain either?

Remember in Bloom County when that basset hound turned out to be a girl?

Huh. I would have thought there would have been a clue during the conception. You know?

You’d think the experience that impregnated her would draw her attention to her plumbing.