I never thought our dog would be the one to save our wedding. But when Koko bit a stranger’s arm during the reception, we soon realized he had just protected us from something far worse.
The day had been magical—until a woman in an emerald-green dress sidled up to me with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She spoke as if we were old friends, dropping personal details that made my skin crawl. Before I could question her, Koko, who had been lying quietly nearby, suddenly sprang up and clamped onto her arm.
The room erupted in gasps. My wife, horrified, asked who the woman was. Neither of us recognized her.
As security removed her, we were left shaken. Who was she? Why had she come? And why had Koko reacted so aggressively?
The answers came days later. She was the mother of an ex-girlfriend, a woman I hadn’t spoken to in years. After our breakup, her life had spiraled, and her mother held me responsible. She had crashed our wedding with vengeance in mind.
Koko had sensed her malice before we did. To this day, we wonder what might have happened if he hadn’t intervened. Now, he’s not just our dog—he’s our guardian.
