Just so we’re all clear, I have absolutely no proof that the dog in the banner image is serving as Best Man at that wedding. Hell, I don’t even have proof that it’s a picture of a wedding at all. The caption of the picture over at Obsessive Corgi Disorder just says “Miles was the best model,” which seems to imply that it was some sort of photoshoot or something. But, despite that, I have chosen to believe that it is, in fact, a wedding, and that Miles is serving as Best Man. I have also chosen to believe that he gave a heartfelt, hilarious, slightly embarrassing speech at the wedding (which he delivered off the cuff after saying “I had this speech all written out, but I’m just gonna put my notes away and do it from the heart”), and that he planned a raucous bachelor party in Vegas, the secrets of which he will take to his grave.
I imagine the whole thing went off without a hitch, and ended well past midnight with Miles cutting a rug to “Brass Monkey” by the Beastie Boys and coaxing stuffy old Aunt Helen out of her chair and onto the dance floor, all while a table full of single bridesmaids looked on with their hearts aflutter.
I’ve seen it a million times.
All images via Obsessive Corgi Disorder
GET A ROOM YOU TWO.
