Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for November 06, 2008
November 05, 2008
November 07, 2008
Transcript:
Poncho: Mooch. Chazz: Y'know, Poncho, your mooching would be a lot more subtle if you didn't actually say "mooch." Poncho: I didn't say "mooch." Chazz: Yes you did. Listen. Noise: Mooch. Poncho: Hate.
My dog comes into the kitchen whenever we prepare food. She stands there staring at the floor ready to pounce on any morsel that drops. She is smart enough to know that any movement towards the dining table would be met with consequences. She also has an uncanny ability to be anywhere in the neighborhood and still manage to sense when we are about to sit down to the table. As soon as my butt hits the chair she appears at the doorway.