Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for August 07, 2018

how would I know? I never owned a dog

I’m still waiting for some closure on the “Weekend at Chaz’s” story line, although I’ll do other things while I’m waiting.

No truer words have been spoken.

Looks like the hammock is climbing up the trees…

Somebody spiced the Trees!!

“Spiked”! Stupid spell-check!

Okay, so maybe that is a little adorable. However, in the spirit of mayhem, I am thinking I have never met a hammock that I did not fall out of eventually. Heads up Poncho, you are sleeping under the ‘Sword of Damocles’ in the person of Chaz.

We had two pear trees growing at the “just perfect distance” for a hammock. After about 30 years here, they dried out and we cut them down. (I don’t know how old they were before moved here.) We gave away our hammock to Value Village after that…

So even Poncho can be a cute dog every once in awhile…

Fred Basset has a hammock today, too.

And to a cat it’s a sunny windowsill.

Ok, this must be Alti-verse Poncho because such a tranquil scene does not exist in this one.