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Home Doggy Dog Week - Reception

Without commentary, these are some of the pictures taken at the reception. Again, my thanks to those who came, my apologies to those who wanted to.

Well, so it is possible to get me on a dance floor. Anytime I can dance with someone this lovely all you have to do is point out the floor, Hell I don't even need music.

Carrie is a blur because she was movie' and jivin'.

A couple shots of the BFE table. That's Carrie (from left to right), Jen, Meghan, Rod and Diane.

Tim, Jen and Meghan

Rod and Diana

Tim and some kind of BFE sign.

This is Jake's tattoo. Either arm doesn't mean anything, but put them together and you have, Yikes, something unique, harrowing and, no doubt, one-of-a-kind.

Hey hippie, put that glass of hooch down!

Our dear old Grove friends, Tom and Ronda.

Carol and Jeff Suto, Becky, Pat, Shelley, and Rose.

Richard and Mike. Looks like a very important point I'm making. Lord, I hope I wasn't overbearing.

Shawn and his date. (Yeah, I forgot her name, dammit!!) Sorry.

Carrie and Tim.

Another one of those BFE signs. I get that one all the time.

Burgess buddies, Andrea and Richard.

Jake, Brendan and Grove Street friends, Lisa and Dave.

BFE again.

Bro Mark, Dorothy, Holly, Andrea and Richard.

The Bride and Groom warming up the dance floor.

Bowing to the Power.

Christopher liking this girl...

...and this girl, too.

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