For the Dogs
Yesterday afternoon, preparing for the big game but tiring of the increasingly inane pre-game coverage, I did waht all good men do.
I grabbed the remote and flipped channels.
Before long, I came across something I'd heard about but which I thought was a joke: the Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet.
If you missed it, this event simply captures several frequently rotated puppies running around on a small mock football field, playing with each other and generally looking, well ... cute. It was so full of puppy love that it compelled my mother to call me to ensure I'd seen it.
And as I watched the madness, my mind went back to a post here about a year ago, about someone who took their love for a dog a bit too far. Many of you were around then and may even remember it. With a few tweaks, here it is again:
Weddings often have surprises.
If you go to enough ceremonies, you’ll see some funny things. A flower girl will refuse to walk down the aisle. A bridesmaid will pass out. A groom will shout “I don’t,” kiss the priest instead of the bride, and skip toward the door while giggling like a schoolgirl.
Maybe that last one was just my friend Dennis. (Well, now Denise.)
Regardless, madcap antics often surround the exchange of nuptials. But nowhere have such shenanigans reached the level attained by a recent wedding in India. A 7-year-old girl in the country’s eastern state of Bihar married a dog.
That was NOT a typo—a girl truly married a dog. And not one of those fancy Westminster Kennel Club types, either … it was just some random stray.
This pairing seemed like a swell idea to the girl’s family, which agreed to the wedding because—again, I’m not making this up—the ritual would do away with the “evil eye” that cursed her because her upper teeth came in before her lower teeth.
For the record, let me thank my parents publicly for not raising me in the Indian state of Bihar.
I’m not one to criticize other cultures, or argue that one society’s superstition is any more “valid” than another’s. But I’m really going to need some help with this one. If you have any insight, please educate us—how, precisely, does marrying a dog deny a tooth-induced evil eye? And, I hesitate to ask, does removing this curse require a consummation of the marriage?
Whatever the answer, it takes a cur-ageous girl to marry a dog. Either that, or the bride’s mother was a real bitch.
All this makes me wonder which teeth came in to prompt this kind of madness. Was it the molars? The incisors?
Nope. It was clearly the canines.