Marrying a pet owner
means marrying into a family of sorts. Sometimes a person marries a dog owner and the next thing he knows, he shares the new roof over his head with Bantay—and if he’s lucky, both Dog Owner and Bantay welcome him into the fold. Mr. or Ms. Dog Owner has always been Bantay’s parent, and the new wife or husband is now, well, like a stepparent
. It’s not actually a bad thing, except of course if you’re allergic to dogs, literally or figuratively.
The day before my husband and I got married, we were scrambling to find a barong
for our shih tzu
(how he got his name is another story altogether—and no, it had nothing to do with Willie Revillame). Call it cramming—we already knew there were doggie formal wear available at Pet Express in SM Cubao
, but we were rarely in the area so we looked at pet shops near where we worked first. No such luck, though, so right before I checked in at the hotel I booked for my bridal preparations, we drove to Cubao just to buy Papi’s barong
. He wasn’t exactly a bearer for the ceremony—but only because our church wouldn’t allow it—but we wanted him to look his best on that important day.