About a month ago, I wanted to buy a book. I wasn't sure which one, so, on a whim, I picked out Marley & Me by John Grogan. I read it whenever I got time, and I must say that it is one of the best non-fiction books I've ever read. Funny, heartwarming, with healthy doses of exaggeration and sarcasm, I loved every chapter of it, from start to finish.
The earlier chapters can make you roll on the floor with laughter, while the last two can make you sob.
Anyways, the author repeatedly describes the joys of having a dog, and how when he lost Marley, people replied with condolences and fond memories of their own dogs. I've always yearned for a dog, ever since I was five, but my mom had told me that there was NO Chance of any dog ever living in our house. I know she's just being realistic, we live a pretty hippy lifestyle, go on small trips for hours, sometimes visit relatives overnight, and take of on three week to one month holidays twice a year. How would a dog ever fit in that lifestyle? My mom has always said that dogs weren't meant to live in apartments. And I've always said that I'm a city girl, I could never adjust to a more rural lifestyle. But part of me has been dreaming of a lovely yellow Labrador puppy, I wonder if those dream will ever come true...
|John Grogan with young Marley.|