Our dog, Maya, has no idea what hit her. We've been gushing over her and spoiling her (more than usual) for nearly a week.
This, in and of itself, is ironic. I grew up afraid — no, terrified — of dogs. Not spurred on by any specific incident that I can recall. They were just potentially aggressive and unpredictable. But when I moved in with Todd, a dog came as part of the package. And she quickly found her way into my heart, and has me wrapped around her paw. I absolutely adore her.
So what got us all mushy anew? Marley & Me. We went to see it on Christmas Day.
And cried. No, SOBBED. If you are a dog owner, were a dog owner, or are in general a pet-lover, bring the Kleenex. Seriously, we weren't quite right for a day or two after.
I'm not saying the film is depressing — it's largely comedy, but also real-life — but it was definitely a cathartic experience that I highly recommend.
(It's worth noting that we did not enjoy Benjamin Button. At. All. OK, that's a bit extreme — there was a great sequence somewhere in the middle of those nearly three hours. But we were expecting something far and away, completely different … and better. But your mileage may vary.)
I didn't sob when I saw M&M since I did all my sobbing when I read the book...so I was prepared. But the Hubby was crying at that scene.
ReplyDeleteI didn't sob at the movie...I did that when I read the book. So you could say I was prepared. But the Hubby was in tears at tat scene.
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