I have been listening to funny and sweet (and tragic and sad) Wedding stories from Reddit. Here's one of the nicer ones. My friend is all hippy-dippy into nature and is fully in love with his dog (like, they go everywhere together). So obviously, when he got married, the ceremony was outside a) for the nature but also b) so the dog could be with him. There were some rows of chairs with lots of people filling them including groom’s mother, who was sitting with his dog. Bride and groom were at the front with the officiant. Officiant begins. Officiant comes to the part where he says, “Do you take …” Groom’s dog, Shadow, began to howl a loud, long, mournful howl. Everyone laughed. Officiant started the question again. Loud, long, mournful howl again. Everyone laughed. Groom told Shadow to come to the front. Shadow ran up, stood directly in between the bride and groom and the officiant started again. Not a peep from Shadow. Her vows. His vows. Officiant looked at Shadow and asked, “Shadow do you take bride and groom to be your lawfully wedded parents?” Shadow barked one single bark. Officiant concluded the ceremony, everyone cheered and clapped, and Shadow barked three times, the only times that he made any sounds. Not kidding. Beautiful dog too.
Not every nice dog has broken legs. Broken legs, refers to small cute dogs (or cats), usually puppies or kittens, that humans cannot resist picking up and carrying around. I'm guessing this dog was too big and old to conveniently pick up.