Why my dog isn’t invited to my wedding

I love my dog more than my fiancé.

This [totally true] joke has been made ever since we started dating. To say I’m obsessed with my dog might be a bit of an understatement. I definitely have more pictures of him on my phone than anyone/anything else. The only reason I have Snapchat is to send pictures of him to my sister. One year for my birthday, my family had a portrait of him commissioned (the cost was a donation to the local animal shelter…we’re not completely insane), and I had a bobble head of him made (ok, so maybe I am that insane). So it comes as a shock to most people that the dog is not invited to the wedding.

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What do you mean I’m not invited?!

 

I definitely have a necktie for him, which he looks ADORABLE in, and I ogle the puppy ring bearer outfits at Petco. I’ve seen plenty of pictures and videos of dogs involved in weddings, and they are just precious and for a second I think that maybe he should come, but then I remember the 4 very valid reasons I have for not wanting him there:

 

1) He’s not allowed.

This one’s pretty straightforward. Our venue doesn’t allow dogs (other than service animals of course) in the building. We could’ve found a venue that did allow him, but we didn’t, so there. But even if our venue did allow dogs, I’ve still got other reasons.

 

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How can you not let this face into your building?

2) I don’t want to worry about him on my big day.

My dog likes people. There will be a lot of people at my wedding. Not all people like dogs. My dog also likes to jump on people. Fancy dresses, bare legs, suits and a jumping dog don’t sound like a good mix. My dog also sheds his blonde hair all over dark clothes.

Of course he is also way more popular than either my fiancé or myself so plenty of friends have said that they would volunteer to be his wrangler for the evening. As much as I don’t want to be worrying about him, I don’t want my guests to worry about him. Everyone should be able to relax and have a good time. Also, I don’t want to be competing for attention with my dog on my wedding day!

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He can get very energetic when he’s excited!

 

3) I don’t want him in my pictures.

This may sound weird coming from someone who has thousands of pictures of her dog, but let me explain. I take tons of pictures of him every day, and I enjoy them for a while, but then they end up in the digital collection of photos that I will look back on every once in a while, but not that often. Pictures from my wedding day are going to be the most important ones of my life. They will be framed, hung in prominent places, put into albums, and looked at frequently. So why wouldn’t I want my dog in those pictures?

As much as I pretend he is immortal, the fact is that in a decade, he’s not going to be with me anymore. I get overwhelmed and teary-eyed just thinking about the day he’s going to leave me. So in a decade or so, when I’m looking at my wedding photos, I don’t want my dog to be in those pictures because I don’t want my heart to break every time I look back on the happiest day of my life.

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Our happy family!

 

4) I love my dog more than my fiancé.

Yes, it’s a joke, but it’s kind of true. I’ve known my dog longer than I’ve known my fiancé. I’ve lived with my dog longer than I’ve lived with my fiancé. I’ve shared a bed with my dog longer than I’ve shared a bed with my fiancé. I’ve taken more vacations with my dog than with my fiancé. And my dog definitely greets me with more enthusiasm when I get home.

My wedding day needs to be about me and my fiancé, NOT about me, my fiancé, and my dog. Most days I’ll give my dog more attention and affection than I give my man, but on our wedding day he deserves to be the center of my attention (even if it’s only for the one day). I don’t want the love I have for my dog to overshadow the love I have for my husband.

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My two loves!

 

…As soon as we come back from the honeymoon, though, the dog goes back to number 1!

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This was Boston sitting under my desk as I wrote this post (with his Superman toy)

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Perfect Together: Behind the Scenes

I’ve found that there are two types of people on social media; those who try to present their lives as better than they are, and people who try to present their lives as worse than they are. I think most people fall into the first category (although I may feel that way because I block people who fall into the second category). The point is that although I try not to be obnoxious about it, I certainly do fall into the first category. Life is going great for me right now, and I present it as such on social media, but it’s certainly not perfect. Take an interaction I had with my fiancé this afternoon:

We’ve been living together for several months now, but I still haven’t fully moved in because a friend is renting my house so there wasn’t a big rush for me to move my crap out. Last weekend we finally rented a truck and brought the furniture down. This weekend he stayed home and worked on clearing room in the common areas for my stuff while I went up to my old house to clean up and clear out the “little things” (odds and ends that hadn’t been boxed up yet, but filled up my car two times over).

Out entire house has been overrun with random boxes, bins, and bags of my stuff. There is literally no place to sit except for an office chair in my room and an office chair in his room, which means we have no place to just hang out together. This is what happens when you try and combine two fully furnished houses in to one. Needless to say, getting my room in order is a priority for me, and I’ve been a little stressed out about it.

So The Man, sees me being stressed out and, being the sweet guy that he is, thinks, “She’s super stressed out. I’ll help her by going to the grocery store, which is a chore I know she’s not particularly fond of.” So what he meant to say was, “I will go to the grocery store. Is there anything you need?”

But that’s not what he said. Instead he said, “Why don’t you sit down and make a list and then I’ll go to the grocery store?”

And this is how my sleep-deprived, exhausted, malnourished brain reacted: “Are you freaking kidding me?! He expects me to sit down and plan our meals for the week and make a shopping list? Does he realize how much effort goes in to that? I have spent the past two days loading and unloading my car and running up and down the stairs probably 100 times! There is crap all over our whole house that I have to get to fit in a small guest room while still making it look like a frickin Pinterest masterpiece, and he wants me to think about what food we’ll need this week?! When am I going to have time to cook? He’s going to have to do all the cooking this week because I’ll be spending it cleaning, and if he’s doing all the cooking then why doesn’t he make the list? I wonder what would happen if I hurled this screwdriver at his skull…”

So I snapped at him. I didn’t say everything that had gone through my head in that split-second, but I wasn’t particularly pleasant. Luckily he knows that I tend to be irrational when I’m stressed, and I am self-aware enough to know that as well, so I apologized pretty quickly. A few minutes later when he said he could get ingredients to make ice cream using the ice cream maker his mother got me for my birthday (Yes, I enjoy making ice cream, but you do know how much work goes into making it? It takes like half an hour to make the batter and then it has to chill for a couple hours, not to mention the amount of dishes that are used, and our kitchen is a mess right now so where am I going to do the prep work?  I’ve got lesson plans to write, an IEP to revise and the house looks like a tornado swept through!) I reacted slightly more rationally and told him that just buying ready-made ice cream would be better.

He came back with S’mores ice cream and a bag of my favorite sweet potato chips (which I have eaten the whole thing of while typing this). So in 140 characters on Twitter I might say “My guy got me S’mores ice cream and sweet potato chips! #bestfianceever!”, but just know that we’re still learning to live with each other, and it’s not perfect all the time. But we’re figuring it out!

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What makes it on social media…

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What is really going on.