Biscuit- the uninvited guest

Biscuit--- cute name, cute face, cute dog.

Known to strangers as----Biscuit, the Beautiful.

Known to familiar people as--- Biscuit, the Terrible.

Biscuit was smaller than my shoe when she was two weeks old and didnt know what to do with her long puppy legs. 3 years later, Biscuit is fully aware of the functionalities of her long limbs and is now quite adept at clearing 3 metre fences and is secretly amused when we say----'No Jumping!!'...

However, she is already aware that she isn't coming to the wedding and worries about all the uneaten food, the undamaged centre piece, all those people who wont have the privilege of being licked and jumped at and most importantly, her absence from the bridal party. Her dream of being the ring bearer will remain a dream, much to my relief, because we wouldnt want the ring bearer to make a dash for the church door, pee at all the parked cars and make a beeline for the street food stalls and help herself to some afternoon tea.

So, Biscuit, we are sorry you will miss the wedding and that you have to spend all that time making friends with dogs of other holidaying owners at the kennels. We love you!