Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for March 14, 2008
March 13, 2008
March 15, 2008
Transcript:
Poncho: Look! A baby carriage! I think my master and his wife might be having a baby! Boomer: You ain't kiddin'. We've gotta get rid of this accursed contraption. And I know precisely the best way to take care of this problem! Poncho: How? Boomer: Bury it. Poncho: Again with the burying. With you it's always burying. Boomer: I'm a dog. What do you want?
