Yesterday I had to wear a big dog suit for my
work. It was one of those stand-on-the-sidewalk-and-solicit-for-money sort of
deals. It’s not something I normally do, and I’m glad I don’t have to do it
again. I didn’t mind all the passing dogs barking and snarling at me, knowing
that I was pretending to be something I am not. I also didn’t mind dancing
like a lunatic. The relief of never having to do it again can be attributed to
the fact that I was ready to pass out after about two hours, and that was even with
breaks. I don’t do well in heat. Mascoting is definitely not for me, but it was all worth it for this selfie:
