Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for March 24, 2024

you’ve really got a bone to pick with them Poncho, or maybe you don’t have a bone to pick…

Isn’t that like if I named my band “The Humans”?

This is what can happen when the bones you bury are drumsticks.

The drummer is one of them crazy drugged up young kids from the 60s and 70s that breaks the drumsticks in the middle of every performance.

My greatgreatgrandfather used to tell me about those.

You don’t see bands with two left-handed guitarists very often.

I wonder what sort of band is stealing my socks? Maybe a bunch of weasels wearing sock sweaters.

Love, love, love this comic today!

Tomorrow it will be like, " did you see the moles last night ?" and his buddy will all be like, “no. and neither did you. we’re blind !!”

Maybe they’re a Blind Melon cover band.

“Matching Mole” tribute band?

Classic. Holding up lighters instead of phones. :)

I just want to know where they got the other instruments! I mean, nobody buries drums and guitars. Or, speakers for that matter.