Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for February 20, 2007
Transcript:
Poncho: What's the big idea almost DYING on me?? Chazz: My appendix ruptured. Poncho: You made me realize I need an appointed god-master to take care of me if you croak. I can't be left with this cat-person! Chazz: You're assuming someone would be willing to take you. Poncho: Who wouldn't want to take me? I'm as lovable as gold bullion! Chazz: Strange how you equate love with wealth. Poncho: Okay, as lovable as a kitten then - no, wait...