The Smith/Gulick Wedding

In early October I was invited to a very special event called “a wedding”. When two people are very much in love, they celebrate their love with a ‘ceremony’, where they promise to love each other forever. I love water and tennis balls very much so maybe I could have a wedding with one of those? It would be difficult to choose which one though. Maybe that is what people mean when they say it takes so long to find ‘the one’?

The wedding was amazing. I was allowed to come to the after-party and there were lots of wonderful people there who played with me. I was on my best behaviour and didn’t steal any food. Everyone said that I was a very good boy. 

Daddy was not on his best behaviour. He had way too much food called ‘wine’. I was not sure why a type of food would be called that until the next day, when dad did a lot of whining. I usually do that when I want to go outside but daddy didn’t want to go anywhere – he wouldn’t even get out of bed! Eventually I was able to coax daddy out of bed by licking his toes….

Once he was out of bed, I showed daddy that the best remedy was to jump into the pool, head and paws first. 
Here I am showing daddy how it’s done…

 

 

Once daddy got the hang of things, he showed me how to make swimming even more fun…by introducing tennis balls!! That was great fun. Water and tennis balls… my wedding favourites!

 

 

 

 

Then daddy showed me a new game where we jump into the swimming pool together after the tennis balls and see who can get them first.

 

Daddy saw that by going head first, I was winning so he had a go at that technique himself.

 

Next we had swimming races and as you can see, I was much faster than daddy. So he tried to cheat by distracting me with tennis balls. Bad daddy!

 

Then Daddy got really carried away … he often has a tendency to take it just one step too far. He was constantly dive bombing me!! 

So I had to give daddy a “time-out”…no more playtimes until he calmed down. As you can see, he was not very happy. 

 

Eventually mummy came and told us it was time to stop playing. We relaxed on the sun loungers for a while and then because daddy had finally recovered from his ‘wine-ing’, we were able to go home.

So here is the end of another Milo Memo! 
Pawsitively Yours, Milo xxx