Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for July 25, 2010
July 24, 2010
July 26, 2010
Transcript:
Boomer: One delicious hot dog, please! Beaumont: Sold out. Boomer: Sold out?? But this is your first day of business! You've only been open for one minute!! Beaumont: Poncho bought the works. With all the hotdogs in his possession, he's tripling the price. Boomer: Triple the price?? That's outrageous!! Of all the slimy, underhanded......! Grrrr!! Well, business is business, I guess. One six-dollar hotdog, please. Hudson: Thus ends canine foray into the peddling of meat products. Boomer: He didn't even leave any ketchup or mustard!!
Poncho doesn’t learn from his mistakes, Lonewolf. When Poncho ate his weight in kibble and was sick for a week, Chazz said “Well, I hope you’ve learned your lesson. (pause) You’d do it again, wouldn’t you?” “In a heartbeat.”
Also, one time he ate a bee and got his tongue stung. Chazz said “Well, I guess you’ve learned not to eat bees!” and Poncho replied “I eat bees all the time. What’s your point?”