A doggone sad book
Theres just something about a puppy, isnt there?Those fat little paws. That chubby little tummy. The aw-gee feeling you get when you see a puppy sleeping. Even puppy breath is somehow endearing.But then theres the destruction. Uh-oh.Dog lovers know that a well-loved dog is a forgiven dog. No matter what he does, or how many things she destroys, you cant imagine life without your pup. Of course, this means youll completely agree with what author John Grogan is saying in his book Marley & Me: Life and Love with the Worlds Worst Dog. Dog lovers understand these kinds of things.When Grogan was growing up in Michigan, his family had a dog named Shaun. Shaun was the kind of dog that books are written about. The kind of dog that gives dogs a good name. The perfect dog, that was Shaun. When Grogan and his new wife, Jenny, discovered that they both had had dream-dogs as children, they decided to adopt a pup of their own. Caring for a dog might be good practice for being parents, right?Enter Marley.He was a bowl-you-over sort of dog practically from the moment the Grogans met him. He was goofy and clumsy and didnt know his own strength; he was known for knocking people down by putting his big paws on their shoulders. He slobbered everywhere, knocked things off the table with his log of a tail, galumphed instead of walked, and was blissful in the presence of anything smelly. The Grogans adored him.Marley, as the Grogans expected, was excellent practice for parenthood. Patrick was born when Marley was still a puppy adolescent, but dog and baby bonded. Almost two years later, Conor joined his brothers, human and canine. By the time baby Colleen was born, the fully-grown Marley weighed in at 97 pounds.A few years later, and shortly after moving his family to Pennsylvania for a new job, Grogan noticed that his pal was slowing down. Marley was walking with difficulty, and he was becoming deaf. Still, he seemed to be embracing life, albeit on shaky legs. Then a health crisis forced the Grogans to make a decision that they knew was coming for 13-year-old Marley.Woe be it unto me to tell you what happens at the end of this book, but you can probably figure it out on the first page of Chapter One: Marley was born in late 1990. With that in mind, when you go to the bookstore to buy this book, be sure to get a box of tissues too, because Marley & Me is going to make you weep if youve ever lost a pet. In his book, author John Grogan remembers the humor, the exasperation, the concessions and love for his buddy, and every puppy parent will identify with the devotion both dog and owner had for one another.Grogan once told Marley that he was a great dog. This is a great book, and one that every dog lover should sit up and beg for.