That's what they told me. The SPCA Walk-a-thon would take place, come rain or come shine. And it wasn't shine that we had today. Poor William was shivering by the time we arrived at the spot in the park where things were going on and they had to get a coat for him to wear. He was not happy.
But he soon found people who were willing to help him keep warm.
It never rained hard, but just enough to get everybody wet and to bring out the umbrellas.
The famous "balloon arch" that always marks the start of the walk was just kind of a "balloon mass" by the time people were lined up to start.
Walt came down and brought Lester, but didn't get there in time to make the walk. However, they were there to meet the woman who fostered the then-Tater and Tot when I went in for my cataract surgery. She and Lester were thrilled to see each other again, and she said that her parents had adopted Tater (who is now called Sophie).
Despite the rain, the day was fun. There were even contests -- a talent contest, a sort of a doggie "musical chairs," a "get this toy" contest, and, of course, the costume contest.
At the end of the day, we only brought Lester home. William had found his "forever family."
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