Dog Knows Best: A Wedding Unraveled

The organ music swelled, sunlight streaming through stained-glass windows, painting colored patterns on the white roses lining the aisle.

It was my wedding day, perfectly planned for over a year, and I was walking down the aisle to marry Mark, the perfect fiancé.

But as I reached the altar, a cold knot formed in my stomach, not the rush of love I expected.

When the priest asked, "Do you, Sarah Miller, take this man, Mark Davis, to be your lawfully wedded husband?" I could only think of Betsy, my golden retriever.

Then the word slipped out. "No."