Dollars for Dogs

Jumpin' Jehoshaphats!  Our fair bride wrote on her wedding blog!

I don't know, it was something about a dollar dance, and the history of them and stuff.  I think it's all about being able to spend some one-on-one time with the bride or groom, as typically they are busy the night of the wedding and so in order to talk to them, you have to pay them.

I didn't have a dollar dance because I didn't have a dance.  I think I paid my cousin Kim a dollar to dance with her at her wedding.

Guster French

Anyway, Lauren and Jesse are going to do a dollar dance and then donate the money to an animal shelter.  I would keep the money for myself, but I'm not them, and so I think it's a grand idea.  We "saved" our dog, Gus.  Sometimes I regret it.  Like when he bites all of my friends, gets banned from a national chain of pet supply stores, or humps my husband's leg.  I think he throws up more than an average dog also.  I am sitting here trying to think of what I get from him.  Still thinking...

P.S.  (added later)  Today Gus ate an entire peanut butter and jelly sandwich, for no apparent reason.  Who knew he even liked PB&J?  He stole it off the nightstand.  My husband was mad and kicked him out of the room.