Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for January 27, 2012

Uh-oh. Even man’s best friend’s best friend turns against him!

Let’s hope Poncho doesn’t meet a Greyhound today.

OK, Poncho…why can’t you understand “WOOF WOOF BARK WOOF!” ?

I think the joke’s gone far enough. Someone ought to tell him.

Only one strip left, tomorrow he shall find out…

Love the succession of overhead stuff that covers Poncho’s bunny ears, especially the drum major who appears out of nowhere with his ear-concealing banner.

That is one heck of a low sign.

I wish Paul would translate the WOOF WOOF BARK WOOF.

dogs don’t understand much, especially why anything would put something on its head. My wife had a chihuahua that would go ballistic any time someone was wearing a hat – even family members – That dog was el Diablo.

Poncho! Have you lost all feeling??

Good thing that apparently Boomer closed his eyes between panels or he would have seen the ears in the first panel area. Whew! But yeah, if they’re all speak dog, why wouldn’t Poncho understand what they’re saying (likely along the lines of “Attack!” or “Gotta chase that!”)? ;-)

@ciel Yes, each panel has something more and more unlikely, that just happens to conceal the ears. This reminds me of an old episode of Home Improvement when Tim’s neighbor, Wilson (whose face is normally hidden behind a fence), is out and about but we still can’t ever see his face because of a succession of improbable obstacles. Very funny, Paul! :-)