Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for November 07, 2015
November 06, 2015
November 08, 2015
Transcript:
Poncho: All the things that make me a dog have been peeled away. There's nothing left but a hollow shell in a vaguely canine shape. I'm a disgusting wretch, hideous to the eyes, foul to the nose, barely worth crossing the street even to spit on. I need to get help from the only one who understands what it's like to be like this. Poo Poo: What do you want to know?
I think it’s great that Poo Poo answers the door in his purse.