This year's World Animal Day carnival at East Coast Park was largely incident-free, unlike last year's, which was wrecked by a water spout that hit the shore with enough force to overturn the booths and scatter the manicured bunnies (which were nowhere to be seen this time). There were quite a number of floppy little puppies which my duck could poke without protest and even a lumpy golden retriever that tolerated my duck's attempt to use him as a bench. A chow chow called Chow Chow waddled around the tent, with its blue tongue dripping with profuse drool. There were fewer huskies this round, but more miniature schnauzers and malteses. Four basset hounds made a brief appearance, sauntering like dwarf cows with droopy ears and drenched gazes. Chihuahuas yapped their way through the larger breeds, forgetting that they would be a mere mouthful for the St Bernard (still a pup, his owners said) that sat by the path.
Less adorable guests were poodles in pink and terriers in outfits of dubious taste. A few Jack Russells did their utmost best to irritate their fellow pooches. Shelties and small spitzes, however, turned on the charm with nary a bark. One visitor brought a trio of pussies, one in arm and two in a flatbed pram. The latter were not happycats; the smaller one stuffed herself in the back of the cart, while the grumpy Siamese point kept her face squished against another corner, perhaps hoping that if she couldn't see the horrors outside, it'd all go away. Their tricolour friend draped herself on her handler's shoulders, pouting and protesting my duck's attempts to tweedle her features with feeble meows. Lucky they are not followers of Angelmiao's diary of daily discipline for ducks...
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