Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for August 25, 2009

oh my, HE IS GOING POSTAL!!!

Too late. He’s on a stampage now.

So his family has disposition towards rhinorrhea?

I’d tell him it actually goes back further, to Henry VIII as a private delivery service and Charles II as a public one, but I’m afraid I’s upset him.

Well, Pooch has just managed to piss of all the mailmen in the country.

Poncho, is it your duty to annoy every human being on the face of the earth?

Poncho, now you’ve done it, the mailman is never going to deliver your mail again. Not to mention no one for you to bark at when you need a good bark and worse…HE’S GOING POSTAL! Run Poncho Run!

Impressive, Poncho; you did that without even breaking a sweat. But then, dogs don’t sweat.

That’s it Poncho. You get all junk mail except Victoria’s Secret

That mailman should’ve known better than to spend any time at all talking to Poncho. Don’t we all have someone we’d rather not speak to because we know they will make us lose our temper? We simply avoid them. I suggest you do that Mr. Mailman.

all you guys! it’s POSTMAN!

Hey Poncho, don’t “stamp out” our postman. He may “cancel” you if you don’t watch out.