Greeting loyal readers and fellow maremmas. Now, as you all know there was wedding held here at Oeta on Saturday evening. Now, what is held after all weddings? Why a reception, of course and what is served at a wedding breakfast. Food, of course. Now as you all know, Me and Nellie are rather fond of our food. What should have been served at this reception??
A whole sheep on the spit.
Were Me and Nellie at the wedding breakfast partaking of all this sheep. No, We were stuck at home, alone, unloved, unwanted.
Awaiting the food.
Now for all of you who want to see a photo of the most important person at a wedding, who is not a maremma.
The bride
Love Nellie and Jasper, the two bestest maremmas in all the land. And now a word from our mummy.
Please ignore, Jasper and Nellie’s pitiful pleas. They had plenty of left-overs and not just mutton, but also hangi pork and beef, so they were not neglected and staved.
I want a hoof before it is cooked
That looks like a beautiful party. A couple of maremmas would have made it even more beautiful. Oh well. Lucky your mom made sure you were attended to.
Love and licks,
Cupcake
N&J, you were camouflaged. You could have blended in with all the white at the wedding.
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Bailey would love to sink her teeth into that sheep as would I. Bride looked beautiful.