Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for August 24, 2008
August 23, 2008
August 25, 2008
Transcript:
The Ballad of Poo Poo. My ancestors roamed 'cross the grassy Savanna... now I fit in a bag labeled "Dolce & Gabbana." It's hard to keep ties with the past you came from... when your howl is a yap, and you smell like lip balm. To be a male bichon frise is a dismal affair... you just cannot be butch with a pink bow in your hair. Some dogs still think I'm lucky 'cause the one thing I've got... is my very own fire hydrant at the front of my lot. Having a hydrant so close isn't a bad thing, I know... but when it's sitting right there... you sort of always have to "go."
“You just cannot be butch with a pink bow in your hair.” hehehehehe.