Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for August 26, 2008
Chazz: A bad storm is coming, Boomer. Maybe you'd like to call your master just in case, y'know, the worst happens. Boomer: Okay. Yeah, yeah, bit of a storm here. We're holed up and there's no dog food. If we run out of stuff to eat? I dunno, I think go for the fat one first. Probably more tender. Yeah, you're right, if I'm hungry enough tenderness probably matter, heh. I know they're my hosts, but a dog's gotta eat, am I right? Chazz: Okay, that's a long-distance call. Carmen: Which of us is the "fat one"?
I think your telepathic message got garbled in the transmission process. All I got was “hsssssssssss”.
Oh, wait, that’s my air conditioner.