Before he was the Edinburgh Boy, my dear old Labrador was - when he was a very young dog - the St Andrews Boy. He lived with his previous owner in the university town and his owner's job meant that the Boy was in daily contact with many of the students. He was rather popular with them, so much so that several regularly took him for walks, including one in particular, who has always had a penchant for black Labradors. (It's a family thing . . . )
So we wondered what the Boy would make of today's big event. Would there be a hint of recognition when his former walker spoke his vows?
I am afraid to report that by the time we got to the vows, the Boy was fast asleep, along with five canine chums, who were all comatose in their respective beds after breakfast and a long bracing walk first thing this morning.
So, my dear friend, the Only Other Blonde in the Village, and I had to settle for looking at frocks and hats and feeling quite transported as Parry's glorious choral music filled every corner of the abbey.
The erstwhile St Andrews Boy slept on and on, stirring only when it was almost all over.
But as far as the Boy is concerned, when it comes to his former walker, his canine lips are sealed. Whatever transpired on those walks along the beach at St Andrews, whatever confidences were shared, will never be for public consumption.
"I don't do woof and tell," he observed as the couple disappeared behind the doors of Buckingham Palace. And then he went back to sleep.
Now is going to be the time for interesting reads of others views on the wedding. I lovely day, which has given source for content. Hope you read mine too.
Yours was fun!
Ronnie
Posted by: Ronnie Tyler | April 29, 2011 at 08:07 PM
I wonder if "smell-a-vision" would help dogs suspend their disbelief when watching television?
Posted by: Christina | April 30, 2011 at 02:45 PM
Is that really true? How fantastic. Your dog is so beautiful. Before we got our dog I used to wish for an opportunity to walk someone's dog. Here in the US some colleges are allowing students to have pets in student housing.
Posted by: Thomas at My Porch | May 01, 2011 at 12:13 PM
Ronnie: don't know about you but I'm just about all weddinged-out. I think it was the wall-to-wall media coverage and the seemingly endless interviews with people in red, white and blue. (We were particularly struck by the two women at the Bucklebury party who had clearly been at the cooking sherry.)
Christina: 'smell-a-vision' - mmm, there's a thought. I'm sure the dogs would love that.
Thomas: yes, all true, no facts bent in the interests of a good story. How good to hear that pets are now welcome at some US colleges. Definitely not the case in the UK, sadly.
Posted by: 60 Going On 16 | May 01, 2011 at 01:22 PM
I foresee honours being bestowed on a certain four legged master in the art of discretion.
Posted by: lovethosecupcakes | May 01, 2011 at 02:09 PM
Woof and tell...what a hoot!
Posted by: Shelley | May 03, 2011 at 02:41 PM
What a different and sweet perspective on all the 'doings'...
Posted by: Teri and the cats of Curlz and Swirlz | May 16, 2011 at 04:13 PM