Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for December 06, 2008

Transcript:

Chazz: Imagine that rotten dog threatening us with a bit of mud, just because we were worried about our new carpets. And the funny thing is, no I'm all covered in mud and -- Noise: SLAM! Chazz: Honey! Honey, the door's locked -- Carmen: You're not coming in with those muddy clothes on! Chazz: Well, what do you want me to do? Man: Now the little dog has run off, and the man is taking off his clothes. Woman: Come back to the television, dear.