You know, when people get married, it’s really special. I wanted to be the flower cat at our friends’ wedding in Port Vendres, and do you know what they did? They are dressing up a DOGGIE and letting her do it instead. (I guess if I were getting married, a Papillon’s a good choice for flower dog–BUT I’M NOT!!!)
(Mama met this little creature and…uh, oh)
What are friends for, I ask you. And you can bet your kibble I’m going take pictures and put those silly things in my next blog. Imagine–a dog in a flower cat suit!!
These guys getting hitched are going have some fun; a New Orleans smart southern belle and a sympa (that’s French for really, really nice) Frenchman are bound to make interesting waves.
Mama and papa were married after seven years of try-out, haha, because they had both been married before, but it was not what you think. And for many, many years, even though the whole change for papa and his wife, Gabriella, was not so pleasant and the beginnings of his new life were fraught with sadness and upheaval and adjustments, papa and mama and Gabriella have been good friends and stand by one another when needed. Mama thinks Gabriella is an amazing woman, despite bumpy roads along the way and a stepchild who doesn’t really approve of any of it.
Ah, well, you can’t make all of the people feel good all of the time. I know that so well. When they told me I was not going to this wedding (already dressed, just like Marlene Dietrich, in my ladies’ “smoking” and perfect for the part!), I threw a kitty-fit. Mama corrected me and told me it was a hissy-fit I threw, but I knew better. I wouldn’t let them pet me for two days, and I’m not sure now that I’m going to send that case of Purina Sensations I had all picked out for the bride and groom.
Who are probably yuppies (rhymes with puppies, wouldn’t you know it?)…
Probably vegetarians. Only organic Purina…
Probably won’t even miss me for one minute at that champagne reception and then even romantic dinner by the sea–my favourite restaurant, too, the Neptune (aptly named, no?).
I just hope that doggy knows how to act at an event like this one. You know what DOGS do and you know they don’t wait or control IT as well-bred kitties do, so those wedding guests had just better WATCH THEIR STEPS!!! I just hope that silly dressed-up doggy doesn’t mistake someone’s pants leg for a tree.
If you get my drift…
I’m outta here to sulk…
Flower dog, indeed…
Don’t get mad, GET EVEN!
Anne, if you were a can of something, you be happy with a label. xoxo to you et J-L, ML.