“A calm dog is a happy, obedient dog that won't get into trouble."
– Cesar Millan

Thanks to all the well-wishes for my son's nuptials. When this note is sent I should be on my way to the church for the rehearsal. Then to the rehearsal dinner, which in case it's not tradition everywhere, is the party the parents of the groom throw for the families.
The best part of being the host is I get to do a speech. It's like the law or something. I told my lovely bride I'm ready, and she shoots me a look. You know, a look. Like, "don't embarrass me, my son, or anyone I have ever known, met, or may be introduced to."
Mind you, I have never embarrassed her at a family function where I'm required to do something. Like when I married my nephew. My initial inclination when they miked me up was to say, "Maawedge," but I resisted. I didn't crack any jokes, mumble, or try to be the center of attention. I'm an adult. I can be serious when the occasion calls for it.
Now, on the other hand, when there is nothing required of me there may have been a few unfortunate occurrences over the years. But I take responsibility for those transgressions. Although it's usually someone's fault. Uncle Bill. Uncle Greg. Uncle Kirk. Darling Suzie with all the Bacardi. But it's ultimately my actions, so I apologize and move on.
The lesson, if there is one: dogs need work. Give me a job to do. Idle hands are the devil's playthings or something like that.
Thanks again for the notes!
Good stuff.
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