Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for September 13, 2010

Your master is on his way, Porcho. Be patient.

If only the Amish carriage had more horsepower….

No electric can openers eather Ponch

Hang in there, Poncho, some day your prince will come.

And they don’t take their dogs to town, so no one will be kicking you around.

Poncho needs a family with at least a 20 mule team.

Well, he’s never ridden in a car before, so he doesn’t know what he’s missing.

Saving the best for last, eh Poncho?

Ya the smell at times would not be so good either.

And let us not forget the Amish Puppy mills… poor Blotch.

I read this somewhere….

Que: what is “Clop…Clop…Clop..BANG”? Ans: An Amish drive-by shooting.

Is this bad?

WORSE than bad, but you gave it a shot.

gofinsc…..double groan! ( LOL)

Okay. I’ve not logged-in for such a long time.

I am just coming to on say that I am ancestrally Amish since my paternal grandfather’s father who left the clan.

–comixavier

PS: What a same for Porcho. If he were adopted by the Pennsylvania Germans, I think he would be shunned in one day after all his egotism and antics of which the P.G. would not approve.

Hey Poncho, you MUST set your standards higher & not settle for whatever comes your way.

Just think and repeat the following to yourself:

“I’m not a cheap date. I demand to be treated like royalty when going out (Burger King, Dairy Queen, Jack-in-the-Box, etc.).

Or in the very least, international fare. (Think IHOP.)

And let it be known that I do not dole out hugs willy-nilly. A person of my breeding (part pointer, part boxer, part chaser, part lab retriever, part …) will shower my gratitude upon you with licks!

: P”

how do they know about Amish if they are five days old?