Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for September 26, 2019

You will never get a medal that way, Poncho.

I really hope it’s not Poncho’s power of mooching for soda off the person deserted on the distant island had made the communication possible!

Next time, Poncho, let him read it instead of you.

Thanks to Poncho now it is a deserted island !

There he is. My Poncho.

A wine bottle, but, yeah.

I bet if the note had said “dessert island” he would have been rescued by Poncho. Take that, grammar Nazis.

It’s alright — the message will be retrievable in a day or so…