For this wedding thing that mommy has been talking about I have to be a bear. Well, mommy said I have to be a ring bearer, but I don't know what that is. So I've decided to be a bear instead. I've been working on my growl face. I practiced last night on my Great-Uncle Randy when he tried to pick me up by my harness and take me away from his dinner. I don't think he was happy.
This morning, mommy dressed me in this shirt and she and daddy have been really busy putting flowers and candles all over the house. Everyone keeps telling me how cute I look and how I have to be on my best behavior. I heard something about Uncle Mark escorting me down the aisle and something about a pillow tied to my back, but I'm not exactly sure what that's about. My back seems to be a funny place for a pillow -- how will I sleep on it? I guess I'll find out later.
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