
Our three hours before the wedding was spent riding the elevator, eating lunch, exercising Banjo along the river, and getting him dressed. Banjo wore a white bow tie and arrived "with bells on". Since many guests had responded that they would be there with bells on, we were provided bells by the parents of the groom.
He found his crate quite accommodating and bit tasty. This problem was solved with the addition of a new chew toy. We brought his blanket from home but, I forgot my pillow (along with my toiletries).
We failed on both. First, all night Banjo was treated like a rock star, constantly mobbed by kids and asked for kisses/pets. Then, after drinking too much beer and eating too much cake, Banjo vomited. No one was harmed, just mild embarrassment and it was an isolated incident.
A bad thing about staying in a hotel is the long walk/ride to take your dog outside in the cold Indiana morning.
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