RAFFLES THE WEST HIGHLAND TERRIER GREETER AND RAT HUNTER AT RAFFLES SINGAPORE DEMOTED TO A RESCUE DOG
Raffles is a Singaporean West Highland Terrier who acts as a greeter at Raffles Singapore and a rat hunter too! You’d be surprised where you might see a rat at a swanky hotel like Raffles Singapore.
The evening before our departure which was shortly after our walk with Raffles at Fort Canning Park, Raffles Singapore was welcoming a very special guest, the Sultan of Palumbia. The Sultan was from Palumbia an island and rat hole off the coast of Malaysia. Palumbia was the breeding ground for the Mooky bird. An ordinary looking squawker of a bird with the personality of spokesperson for the Orville Grump White House, meaning nasty.
Modern science had discovered that Mooky bird droppings are a powerful cancer fighting drug. Not quite a cure but almost. Palumbia and its Sultan were rolling in dough as shit merchants. Singapore was putting on a big diplomatic show for the Sultan in order to secure an allotment of Mooky bird shit.
The Sultan greeted Raffles with a kick calling him a filthy cur. Then he spat on him with some foul-smelling juice of a red nut he was masticating in his mouth and spilling all over his robes. Raffles, disgusted, offended and bruised nipped at the Sultan’s ankle who was equally disgusted, offended and bruised. He roared, “Get that flea invested infidel to the courtyard where I will remove its head!
Being informed by Raffles Singapore hotel management execution of dogs, a flourishing type of entertainment in Palumbia, was illegal in Singapore the Sultan demanded Raffles be deported from Singapore if it wanted any of Palumbia’s miracle bird shit.
Bob, hearing about this unfortunate commotion and knowing my friendship with Raffles, quickly consulted with Fay about adopting Raffles and the deal was signed. He would be coming with us to Beijing the following morning. Raffles had no family and slept in a small room by the kitchen. Friends to many but not part of any real family.
As a token of my appreciation, I left a stinking mushy and pungent load near the Sultan’s suitcase which he stepped in dragging all about the hotel lobby creating an awful stink! Shit meets a shit.
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