Written by Bently, our border collie lab mix, age 7.
The day we met was the best day of my life. We pulled up to the reservoir trail and as they opened the trunk to let me out, he told me how pretty I was, complimenting me on my fur. All that before he even told Whitney she was pretty. Good start. When I jumped out onto the pavement, it was warm on my paws but not too hot. The sky was blue and there was a gentle breeze — a perfect day for a walk. At first, Whitney held my leash, but after a while he took over AND IT WAS SO EXCITING.
I tried running off the trail and into the tall grass, trying to show him a way that had much better smells, but he insisted we stay on course. He’s so wise. I didn’t know it at the time, but he would be taking me on many walks — through the hilly trails around home, in the Bay Area, and in the snow at my favorite place, Lake Tahoe. He almost always brings Whitney, but I don’t mind that much. After all, she introduced us!
So one day, we were headed out to Lake Tahoe and I could feel it would be a special weekend. I could sense the nervous excitement. He took us to the lake and it was the moment I had been waiting for. He was going to propose! But then it suddenly went wrong. He went down on one knee, but it wasn’t in front of me.
It was in front of her! She started crying, probably because she was confused and felt bad for me. I whined as loud as I could to try to get their attention, but it didn’t work. Now I’m not even invited to their wedding.