Ok. So I don't think we told ya 'bout this. But Tory at Dog Pad lent dogmom the book "Marley and Me" just before we left on vacation to Ohio. You remember, the long drive?
Anyways... so d0gmom has been reading the story to us. A little bit every day. She read some while we were in Ohio, but we were much more interested in climbing on the elm tree and rolling in the grass and watching the horses at Arvonwood.
Anyways... since we got home to Minnesota, she's been reading to us every night. It's not a new thing, though. She usually reads to us at bedtime. Sometimes she reads the newspaper to us. Sometimes she reads all your blogs to us. Sometimes she reads silly magazine stories. Sometimes she reads books.
We don't care what she reads, really. We just sit frog-legged on the floor and look at her. Sometimes she sits on the floor with us. Sometimes she sits up in the chair or on the couch. Sometimes, we sit on the couch and try to sit on the chair with her. (That doesn't work really well, though.)
Anyways, she was reading Marley and Me to us the last couple of weeks. She chuckled and she laughed out loud and she snickered and she said, "Geesh, Opie... YOU do that!" and "GO-mer, that sounds just like you!" And then she'd read some more.
First off, we don't see where Marley was such a bad dog, after all. I mean, really. Maybe misunderstood and a little rambuctious... but not a bad dog by any stretch of the imagination.
Anyways. Last night, we read the last three chapters. And dogmom was bawling like a dufus. And, well, we were kind of sad, too. But that's beside the point. The point is... why on earth would she read us that part about Marley having to go to forever sleep?
I mean. Really. We're not even over Oscar the Airedale leaving us yet. (www.oscartheairedale.blogspot.com) I mean, he was just a young pup and we're still sad about losing him. I mean. Well. We didn't even get to know him that long, ya know? He supported us in our 10K. And he always had a funny post to share in our comments. We're surely gonna miss him.
So... at least Marley was an old man when he got to cross the rainbow bridge. Oscar was just a youngster and he should be still blogging away with us. We'll never forget him. Never ever.