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!
He also can lie down absolutely flat. Like a pancake. I can do a froggy position, but not as flat as this!
He sometimes mows me down when we're both going for the tennis ball, so I decided to look along the marsh where I thought we lost one the other day...
Look at the nice view from Buddy's back yard! The tide was almost all the way in.
Hmmm, maybe we dropped the ball out here in the marsh? Whaddya mean you don't want me to dive headfirst into the fluff mud, Mommy?
Buddy cools off his belly in the grass while I go on the ball search.
Mommy took some great videos, but we couldn't get them to load. Maybe tomorrow. Now look at silly Buddy—that's no way to hold onto a tennis ball. He's a lot of fun, when he's not clobbering me!
I went down to the beach again this morning and my new friend Brownie - a Yorkie/Chihuahua mix - came tearing down the beach to play with me. He likes to chase the dog that's chasing the ball. And a few minutes later, we were joined by a white terrier/Maltese mix named Casper. We three fellas had a grand time, getting every kid on the beach to throw the ball for us. Maybe we'll get some photos of them later this week!
