Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for July 24, 2009
Transcript:
Kidnapper: You don't recall how you've wronged me? Perhaps this will refresh your memory! Poncho: Here, hang on to this rotting tree branch! Steady... Got it! Noise: Splash. Poncho: We did it! We saved it! We saved the plank of wood! Kidnapper: My rotting tree branch!! Poncho: Man, I was so young, then! Orlando: You look good! Kidnapper (out of frame): Hey! Me! Focus!
aprille1 Said: Awww, poor dog. That rotting tree branch was his very own “plankie.” Maybe Poncho and Orlando will help him find a new, rotting tree branch.
Yes dear aprille1, I too had feelings of sorrow for the poor creature. Branchial loss, (rot notwithstanding) for you see, I once lost my binkie, and was sore distressed. (They had to give me baby valium to calm my shattered soul.)
Oh yes, bye the way, what ever happened to the Dr.Carver’s Best Cookie recipe you promised…..?