Tuesday, 26 June 2012

The World's Worst Dog


I was watching Marley & Me today. Such a wonderful movie. I must have seen it around ten times before this; and have always cried at the last scene. Today, it was different. I found myself sobbing and then wailing through the entire last thirty minutes. Almost made me wonder if something is wrong with me!

And Marley is so adorable. They call him the world’s worst dog. That is unfair. Even my dog is a strong contender for the title. Like Marley, he chews on anything and everything. Including the furniture. Even he doesn’t walk; he sprints. He’ll bark if anybody’s at the door. He’ll howl if I walk out of the door. Not to mention, two trainers have given up on him.

Yes, he drives me nuts. But know what? I’m nuts about him! It’s a great feeling when you come home tired and somebody just runs up to you, jumps on you, or licks your face! Yes, it is. And nothing in the world can match that.

Quoting Owen Wilson’s lines from the film –

A dog has no use for fancy cars or big homes or designer clothes
A waterlogged stick will do just fine.
A dog didn’t care if you’re rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb
Give him your heart and he’ll give you his
How many people can you say that about?
How many people can make you feel rare, and pure, and special?
How many people can make you feel extraordinary?

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