Our Wedding Day - Part 3 - The Reception

For our wedding reception, we chartered a schooner to sail up and down the coast of Roseisle, the beautiful beach where Rosie loves to play with Gabbi, Snoop and Alfie.

We even had the mainsail specially designed with our crest from the wedding invitation. The Scottish and American flags were both flying—sorry we couldn't fly the flags of all of our international guests!

After the blender fiasco at the Abbey, we wanted to make sure Lacie behaved herself at the reception. So Hammish told her there was a lady onboard who was even more beautiful than Lacie...more beautiful than Rosie even!

Naturally, Lacie insisted on meeting her and demonstrating how she put the "Pit" in Pittsburgh. Hee hee, when she leaned over to growl at the figurehead, her antler headdress caught in the nets and she spent most of the cruise lashed to the bow! Ahhh, you could actually hear the lapping of the waves instead of her infernal blender (and the wind soon drowned out her shrieking!)

Disaster averted.

Of course, we should have been cautious when Tanner told us he wanted to provide a band for the wedding reception.

Luckily, they took one look at the Lacie figurehead and ran away!

Rosie changed into a gorgeous rosy red gown for the reception. She greeted our guests as they came aboard....

Mica, still cautious about all those dogs, decided to hang out in the rigging, where he had a lovely conversation with Asta (they're old friends), who was perched on Stanley's shoulders, and Gabbi and Jake.

As favors for our guests, we presented everyone with a Scottish quaich — a two-handled cup—perfect for sharing a wee dram with a loved one. Eric Square Dog didn't waste a minute trying his out with his lady love Toffee.
Apparently, she's not much of a tibbler, and the Doghouse Pinot Grigio we were pouring went right to her cute freckled head!

(NOTE: Doghouse is a REAL winery in the United States and a percentage of their profits go towards Guide Dogs for the Blind. If you're going to indulge, do it for a worthy cause!)

As the sunset, Mango and Sophie Brador slipped away for a romantic moment on the bow...that is, until Mango shouted out "I'm the Relentlessly Huge King of the World!" and Sophie decided to go find out what Joe Stains was up to....

Meanwhile, the ladies were gathering on the Poop Deck. At least, they did after we got all the poop picked up in biodegradeable poop bags. The moment of the bouquet toss was near!

But what eligible young lassie would catch it? Honey the Great Dane seemed to have a bit of an advantage, but then the ship tacked and the bouquet blew another direction....

"Hey, where's Gabbi? I want to make sure she gets a chance at catching the bouquet!" said Rosie.

No fear, my dearest, little Gabbi was getting quite cozy with Jake on one of the foredecks.

After hitting a buoy, Lacie managed to untangle herself and crawl on deck. "Ever since I got that dog-gone invitation, I've been in training to catch the bouquet and be the next bride!" snarled Lacie, a bit of seaweed dangling from one of her antlers, "Get back, bitches—and I mean that in the canine sense of the word—this one is all mine!"

And with that she leaped like Michael Jordan into the air....

Once again, the boat came about and the bouquet bounced through her antlers...and into her best friend Asta's lap!

Hmmm, think Asta may be adding some more jewelry to that ginormous diamond ring???

Oh Stanley.....

As the lights came on over the deck, we all gathered for dinner and dancing in the moonlight.

Before we cut the wedding cake, Eric Square Dog took the microphone to deliver his Bestest Man toast to Rosie and me. You'll have to ask Eric what he said - I was laughing one minute and crying the next and probably missed half of it!

Just so you don't think I forgot all about my national loyalties, we included a wedding tradition from the American South — a groom's cake! Since Rosie and I went on our first date to Bermuda, I thought it was very sentimental that we remember that special weekend with the two of us on a moped!

Hmmm, don't those dog-safe carob-dipped strawberries look delicious?

As the boat pulled into it's berth, the skies lit up with a spectacular display of SILENT fireworks! Of course, Archie fainted when he saw the first burst, but Aggie revived him with her handy smelling salts in time for the grand finale.

Truly it was a spectacular day that we will cherish for all of our days! Thank you for being a part of it. And now if you'll excuse us, our honeymoon is about to begin!