Here's another series of him and his dastardly deeds:
The first one he's out of focus because I didn't even realize he was in this one! I was taking pictures of the flowers in the aisle and he must have jumped in. I love it, though, because it looks like he's smelling them. But you can tell in the second one he was clearly eating them.
He was a hoot but I did come *this close* to kicking him like a soccer ball. Little butthead had the nerve to jump on the bride's dress and start chewing on her lace just before the kiss. I knew the bride had plans to re-wear the dress and didn't want it ruined, so I had this internal conflict going as to which should win out- my desire to photograph it or make an attempt to save the dress. I opted to save the dress since my brain assumed that would be the action that would make the bride happiest and scooted forward with the intention of booting him off but he saw what I was up to and fled. The guests were cracking up and the bride had no clue. In the end, my decision was the correct one. There was a small chew mark on the dress but not nearly as bad as it could have been and the bride, once she learned why I kicking her, was grateful.