Whatever that giant blow-dried Malamute was doing to the Chihuahua from up the street just seemed wrong. It should have at least helped her to remove her tiny pink velour jumpsuit and pleather booties before starting.

Xu Fenfang shuddered. The Chihuahua’s owner was going to be doing some rather intensive laundering in the lane’s outdoor washtub tonight.

None of them could look away, though they wished they could.