Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for March 04, 2011

Come on now Ponch’ what’s that compaired you being the spawn of the devil.

Oh, we know where this storyline is heading.

“…And a deep sense of foreboding filled the park that day.”

Poncho, Poncho, Poncho - learn your place. Quickly.

Ha Ha…. yes…. the unmistakable cat hair… that is what it was. His instincts are definitely kicking in now!!!!

She needs to come clean up front so everything or everyone involved in this relationship knows what is going on!!!

Who will let the cat out of the bag?

This is becoming reminiscent of a local comic’s reference to that great Chinese philosopher, On Too Long.

Your dog’s instincts are better than your own in almost every instance. I know this to be a true statement., at least in my case.

Too many times I trusted someone whom my dogs didn’t care for at all. I thought they were unreasonable in their distrust and obvious dislike.

Guess what? They were always right in the end. Conversly, when they accepted a person and really liked them, I knew I had found a friend.

Man, Listen to your dog….and run far, run fast. Of course you won’t.

At least Carmen and Chazz agree on clothing…both wear pedal pushers.

Chazz is being deceitful by not informing Poncho!

Poncho has had a taste of Toby’s Feline designate X!