Yep, I finally saw it. Been wanting to see this movie since it came out. It was on HBO last night, and I finally got to see it. The movie? Marley and Me. OMG!! That movie was hilarious! I loved the part where they are driving to the vet to get the dog fixed, and right there on the road, the dog climbs out the window and the husband is holding the dogs ass up while the dog is "walking" alongside the car.  And taking the dog for a walk? Yeah, looks like me when I try taking my dogs for walks.  If one is a dog lover, this is a movie they would appreciate. I sat there watching, and I could see my own dogs in some of the scenes. Except for the thunderstorms....none of my dogs are affected by them. Unless I try to let them outside, the goof balls think they will melt if they get a little wet. Yet, let it snow, and they're out there rolling and romping in the snow. 
Then ending of Marley and Me, wow. I haven't cried like that at the end of a movie since I saw Old Yeller. I could relate with the guy at the end of Marley and Me. I had to take my beloved King to the vet when he was 18yrs old. That poor dog had lost the use of his back legs, and one day I was watching while he was getting a drink of water, and I noticed not even 20 minutes after that, he threw it up. I thought.....ok, more like hoped, it was a one time thing, that maybe he had swallowed it wrong. No, he tried again later, and same thing, 20 minutes later, threw that up too. He tried to eat, same thing. So, I called the vet and set an appointment for him for the next day. A huge part of me was hoping for the miracle of medicine to help my friend, but, alas, the vet told me, there was nothing he could do. King's body was starting to shut down. I was told that his life could be extended, but, that his quality of life would be poor, that he would be suffering. I couldn't do that to King. In his day, King was active, he and I would wander in the woods by my parents house, he wasn't on a leash, he never ran off on me. Of course, put him on a chain, and he would get off and take off wandering. Never broke a chain or a collar either. He would roll by a tree root until it caught the clasp and he was free. Smart ass dog. Anyway, the vet told me my options, and, when I looked at King, the light in his eyes was gone, instead, he looked tired, ready to go. That was the hardest decision to make, to have my best friend euthanized. It sucked in all honesty. Thankfully, Mick was there. Cause I admit it, as soon as I saw the needle, I could stand there and watch my friends life slip away. Mick, he was great, he understood. I did tell the vet that we were taking King home to bury him. I waited in the car till they brought him out. He looked like he was sleeping. I knew better. It was about 5, maybe 6 months, after that that I felt ready to get another dog. Face it, my whole life, there has always been a dog, and those few months after King, even with Mick there, there was a hole. So, Mick got me my German Shepherd, Deifenbacher. (if any of you are familiar with a show called Due South, you will know where the name came from). He is a pure bred, his parents are AKC registered. Thing is, Dief's ears never stood. Bad cartilage or something like that. His pic on my profile is the big black dog standing in front of the patio door. He will be 8 years old this November 22.
Yep, after seeing that movie last night, I looked around at my 5 friends here, and yes, I dread the day I lose them. Until then, I'm going to enjoy having them in my life.....even when they drive me crazy.....which is 2 or 3 times an hour.
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bluewind37
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Oct 14 @ 9:35AM
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Oops!!! I need to make a correction. I wrote this blog over at AMD also, and on my profile there, I have a picture of Deifenbacher, but, I don't have a picture of him here. I will try to eventually get pictures of my brats up here. Sorry about that. 
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legacy1
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Oct 14 @ 10:03AM
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The book was better but after reading said book I was in line at the theater to watch this...I already knew the ending but someone said to their boyfriend in front of me...I don't know why we are seeing this....and she went on to give away said ending....people were like Ugh and WTF?
I won't give away the ending for those who have not yet seen the film....
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ladyvampire
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Oct 14 @ 10:41AM
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I had this dog, Penny, got her when she was only 6 weeks old, she was a pure bred Maltessee. I loved that dog like one of my kids. I had this pack on the back of my moutain bike, and when I would go riding, she would ride in it. When I danced, she would get up on her hind legs and dance with me. She had her own seat in the car (Back passenger seat) and when I opened that door and said come on, she made a beeline right there. She would get her leash when she wanted to go for a walk and bring to me and set it in my lap, when I didn't pay attention, she would pick it up and try to hit me with it!. When I said bath time, she hid under the bed! When I said bed time, she would crawl up in the headboard, and then put her head on the pillow. When I went fishing she was right there with me. She was my solace when my mother died, my only comfort. She was my best friend and companion, and when my house was on fire, she saved my life, by waking me up and and nipping and barking at me to get up, right after that, I was staying at my Aunts house. My cousins kids were there one day, and my Aunt and I were heading to pick someone up, but we couldn't take Penny with us. I told them, don't let her out, because she would come lookng for me. They did. She got hit by a car, and when I found her, she was laying on the sidewalk, still alive. I begged the vet to save her. But within five days, she died. She was 6 years old.
A friend has suggested I watch the movie Marley and Me, so I did. At the end, I cried almost as hard as I did when Penny died. 
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CHARLIgurl1
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Oct 14 @ 11:22AM
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Ive heard its a great movie too, but I cant bring myself to watch it.. its the ending..
I have had many dogs in my life, whether working with them, fostering or owning them, they have been my life, and I have cried a river when any one of them either lost their battle with illness or died of old age.
Each one had a different personality, and has left a different paw print on my heart than the previous one.
my Life could never be the same without dogs.
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