Review Marley & Me by John Grogan
First Harper Paperback published 2008, 295 pages, movie due out Christmas Day…
WHY DID I BUY THIS BOOK? I bought this book for a few reasons, and one IS because of the cover! [I usually don't care about the cover, really....] I love to read books from which ‘they’ [by that I mean the Weinsteins?!] will soon release a movie. The other reasons are personal recommendations (my friend Lisa) and my very dear husband. Not that he has read it, but only that he thought I should.
Which brings me to my main reason? I have owned and been owned by a yellow lab.
ABOUT MARLEY: This memoir is of a young couple who want to ‘practice’ before having human children to see if they are capable of caring for any living thing. (They had a plant that died.) So they succumb to the cuteness of lab puppyhood and bring home an adorable but slightly wild dog. Mayhem ensues.
ABOUT MY LAB: My yellow lab was a female we named Lou. Lou seemed like a good name to yell – we always practice yelling out a possible dog name, assuming that yelling will be part of parenting a dog. LOU!!!! yes, it passes the yell-test. Her full AKC name was Princess Calliope Louise Boudreau. Princess was the name the breeder gave her, Calliope was from a character on Days of Our Lives in the early 80s, Louise – cuz she was a girl! and Boudreau was the last name of a famous guy named Lou who was a Cubs announcer back before Harry Carey.
We called her Lu-Lu, we called her Kangaroo-Loo, Louise-ER, wheezer, shithead. She was all lab.
She was my first real dog.
She once ate 3 dozen sugar cookies shaped like our school’s mascot that I had iced in purple and white. She inhaled a couple of pounds of hershey’s kisses – I left her at the vet’s overnight for that one. She was fine but I didn’t want the mess of the remedy! Hub swears she took a roast off the stove but I must have blocked that out in my memory. Once at a friend’s house who also had a yellow lab, these two scoundrels managed to open a manila envelope full of candy that was to be mailed and it didn’t even look disturbed. We found evidence of candy wrappers under the dining room table and checked the package. Sure enough, these clever dogs had sucked out about half the candy and never moved the envelope from it’s spot! It didn’t even look opened until you picked it up to find a gaping hole.
She destroyed a mattress, chewed more shoes than I can count (always MINE – she didn’t seem to like how the hub’s tasted), she ripped an expensive fancy silk blouse to shreds. We woke up one morning to stifling QUIET and thought uh oh. Then, a sound like galloping horses through the downstairs – she had whipped a big houseplant from it’s container and was running wild – we had dirt and plant fronds everywhere. She found a little tear in our kitchen linoleum (we were trying to trap her in the kitchen when we weren’t home) and this little tear became half the room of shredded strips of linoleum.
Ah good times…
I loved her. I miss her. I should balance these paragraphs with why she was so wonderful but.. I can’t see at the moment. Trust me, she was a dear.
AND that is why I dreaded to read this book. I didn’t really want to relive all this and cry! Marley’s story and Lou’s are quite similar.
And I have to stop now. If you love dogs, reading about the love of dogs and how lovable they are despite thier shenanigans, do read this book. It’s entertaining and endearing.