Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for June 02, 2020

Poncho’s doggie blues!

good ol’ J.R. Cash (1932-2003)

Folsom Dog Pound Blues.

“Requests? Sure! Hmmmm…‘Tree o’ Shame Boogie’? Hum a few bars & maybe I can pick it up!”

Chazz … Cone of Shame for this one !

He knows he has it coming. He knows he can’t be free. But that garbage scent is torture when he’s tied up to a tree. Da-dum dum dum….

Backyard Prison Blues

I tipped a trashcan in Reno, just to watch it fall.

Cool Paw Poncho

The dog in black … and white. “Hi, my name’s Poncho Cash.”

Poncho can eat 50 eggs.

Isn’t that part of the lyrics to the song “500 Miles”?

Thanks for issuing Poncho a harmonica, Chazz. Why not give him a banjo and an accordion, too?

The great Hank Williams.

Great song!!!

But them squirrels keep on movin’, and that’s what tortures me.

When I was just a puppy, my momma told me “Son, always be a Good boy!…”

My little girl found a hole under the fence and kept digging it out. I looped a long lead around the porch post and would only let her out on the lead. She was NOT a happy camper, lol. The option was that I would go out with her. I would stand on the porch and she would go about 5 feet, turn and look at me, and come right back to the porch. The next weekend I fixed the hole well enough that she couldn’t get out. Poor thing was all plugged up, lol.

He’s got the blues!!!!

♫♪ If they freed me from this backyard, if that garbage can were mine… ♪♫