Yeah, so this is the event Tiger had been waiting for. He cross-dressed for a day in the name of charity. See him in those disgusting, saccharine fuschia ruffles? Some aesthetically-challenged off-colour designed painstakingly glued pieces of these onto an otherwise decent leash. The 'craftsman' even left a needle in Tiger's collar, as I found out later.Anyway I thought the objectives of the event weren't met. Nobody knew it was for SPCA. We didn't get to solicit donations. We had to wait an hour for the walk to start. The dogs were panting hard even before we began. All we did was walk around Orchard Road in the hot sun, posing for pictures now and then, and become a mobile petting zoo. (Erm, we're talking about the dogs, not the girls) Some freaking people even thought that the dogs were up for adoption.
And yes btw, I'd like to thank whoever it is for dropping that bow-on-the-hairband idea. One on the left breast is really enough, thank you.
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