A really funny part was when Marley, the dog, ate ten pounds of kibble when he was a puppy. When he was a little older, Marley jumped on the dog trainer. That made me laugh so hard I cried.
When Marley was older his stomach turned and he had arthritis. I felt sad because he couldn't sleep upstairs with the kids and I just cried when they put him to sleep. This was the very first movie I cried at.
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I knew, from what people told me, that this book/movie had a sad ending. I love dogs a lot, so I think it would be too sad for me to see it. But I also heard that the funny parts are really really funny. I'm glad you liked it.
Since this was the 1st movie you saw that made you cry, let me ask you this: can you remember what was the 1st movie you saw that made you laugh a lot? Or what movie do you think is the funniest movie you have ever seen?
-Your friend, Sally the librarian
I was telling you about our other nephew here in Harpers Ferry that sounds a bit like Marley, except that his name is Hugo. He is a golden lab, too, and he is 5 1/2 years old now. I take him for runs with me, and nothing thrills Hugo more than running wild through the woods (except perhaps for rolling around on an old deer carcass he finds there). One day I went to Hugo's house to take him for a run. He didn't greet me eagerly at the door like he usually does. That morning there was not a sound nor any movement inside when I rang the bell. No human being came to the door either, so I used the front door key to let myself in. I called for Hugo; I called out to human sister-in-law. No answer, only silence. I checked at the sidedoor to see if perhaps Hugo had been put outside. Not there. I finally crept upstairs - calling out "Annette, Annette" - for the sister-in-law. Called then for "Hugo" several times. No response. I almost gave up before finally checking under the second floor room office desk where the dog often sleeps. He was there, lying there still and soundly, blinking up at me. All that time sweetly quietly dreaming of going for a long run in the winter woods!
Sally,
The funniest movie I ever saw was Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl. Pintel and Ragiti made me laugh.
Aunt Deb,
I like your story. Sounds like Hugo was having a lazy day. Did he run with you that day?
~Burtt boy
Austin, I like your blog. I think it is a great idea, and you tell stories very well. I cannot resist telling you another Hugo (the golden lab) story:
A couple weeks ago, Uncle Phil & I walked Hugo along the canal towpath by the River. I was running ahead, with Uncle Phil strolling along well behind, and Hugo somewhere in between the two of us. Next thing we realize the dog has been scavenging in the woods for a solid few minutes, emerging proudly though perhaps a bit guiltily, and reeking to high heaven (we soon discover). In those short few minutes, he had found the treasure trove for all hunting dogs - a stinking old rotting deer carcass - and rolled around in it triumphantly.
We made him swim in the half frozen River with the ice shelfs floating by. Still he was putrid with the stench.
We gladly dropped him off home.
A couple days later we heard the rest of the story: when Elizabeth (age 11) got home from school, her mother had her to go out back and try to clean Hugo off with cold clean snow - to no avail. When Michael (Elizabeth's dad, age 56) got home from work, he hatched a plan and here's how it went: Mike stripped down to a pair of bathing trunks and got Hugo the big dog into the bathtub with him. In order to avoid dirty splashing everywhere, he held Hugo up tall and straight, so that his paws rested on Mike's shoulders and Mke could hold him tight. Mike soaped him up and rinsed him off, Hugo at first whining with anxiety, but soon purring with delight (a lovely sort of massage with his best friend under warm running water). Unfortunately no one took a photo of this winter dance in the bathtub.
We saw Hugo the next day or so. His bum-cheeks still half-frozen from that icy swim: he couldn't quite sit down.
I will keep checking back to see if there are any new blogs. That's the last of my dog stories.
Love, Aunt Deb
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