Dog Eat Dog
My husband’s aunt found out that our dogs were walking out as our flower girls. Because of this, she assumed HER dog could come to the ceremony. Except that her dog is an aggressive jerk. Many people expressed to her that her pet was unwelcome, yet she stood her ground.
She said it was a “therapy” dog. It wasn’t. But she didn’t listen and brought him along anyway the night before the wedding. The inevitable happened. Immediately, her dog lunged at my younger dog upon arriving.
She dismissed this as an unfortunate misunderstanding. Yet, not long after, her dog lunged again, this time at my senior dog. She blamed my dog for this incident. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to just keep my dogs indoors.
When the time came for the wedding, my father was helping me out, all set for the aisle walk. As it happened, I was on a horse. Then he noticed it. Her rogue dog was seated in the front row, right where my dogs would be doing their flower girl walks.
Drama was bound to unfold. As I was seated atop this horse, which by the way was petrified of flowers, my father darted off to try to fix things. But when he asked her to move the dog, she refused. She claimed her dog wasn’t the issue and she shouldn’t have to compromise.
My father was at his wit’s end. He enlisted an old friend to transport the unruly dog away from the ceremony and into a distant field. She at least agreed to that, and I managed a serene walk down the aisle and MY dogs were well-behaved throughout the ceremony.
As for the rest of the evening, the old friend generously took it upon himself to monitor the aunt’s dog. The aunt barely protested, but the friend missed out on the entire event. My nuptials were a wonderful spectacle, but the backstage details were definitely a far cry from dreamy.