The Looks

Peter Jones, of Fruitland Park, Florida sent us this story. I decided to call it, “The Looks”. Hopefully, you will understand why.

Peter wrote:

It was the end of Spring when Michelle and I were married. That said, our wedding day turned out to be a beauty. The birds were singing, the breeze had lost all it’s younger season’s chill. That was good because we were going to have an outside wedding.

Both of us are dog owners. She owned a little “ankle-biter”, while I owned a 50 pound Black Lab. A month before the wedding, I thought Michelle was kidding when she suggested we let our dogs be “in the wedding”. So I didn’t think much of it untill I heard her speaking to the planner about a dress for her Me-me, and a tux for my Bruno.

When I heard this, I shot Michelle my “are-you-crazy?” look. She shot a look back that said, “I am. Get used to it.”

So our wedding day comes along. All 4 of us, including the Reverend and the best man, were standing on the trestle of a bridge that spanned a beautiful brook. It was serenely sparkling in the sunlight as gently flowing water made its way over, around and between stones of varying sizes.

We had our respective pooches on leashes looped around our wrists and we came to the part of the service when I take the ring from my best man. As I reached for it, Me-me spotted a frolicking squirrel at the base of a nearby tree, causing her to bolt! She took off like a shot. Fortunately, her leash slipped easily from Michelle’s wrist.

Bruno, on the other hand, wasn’t going to be left standing at the alter (so to speak). He took off like a shot too! His departure was somewhat more disruptive than Me-me’s was. He bolted between the Rev. and I, yanking me off balance. I was pulled along till we reached the bottom of the bridge where my foot caught the edge of a loose plank and I fell. I didn’t just fall mind you, I tumbled… right into the brook.

After I picked up my wounded pride, after we were married, we were at the reception celebrating our union when my Mother-in-law came up to my wife and I to, again, wish us well. I was standing ther nodding as Michelle’s mom asked us if we liked the reception. She then asked Michelle what I was thinking bringing those dogs.

Before Michelle could answer, I shot her another look, to which she shot one back.