It's Just The Most Amazing Thing To

When I Wrote 'marley & Me,' I Had A Clear Audience In Mind. And It Did Not Include Children. I Wrote My Book For Adults And Assumed Only Adults, And Possibly Teenagers, Would Be Drawn To It.

Then I Dropped My Forehead Against His And Sat There For A Long Time, As If I Could Telegraph A Message Through Our Two Skulls, From My Brain To His. I Wanted To Make Him Understand Some Things. You Know All That Stuff We’ve Always Said About You?” I Whispered. “what A Total Pain You Are? Don’t Believe It. Don’t Believe It For A Minute, Marley.” He Needed To Know That, And Something More, Too. There Was Something I Had Never Told Him, That No One Ever Had. I Wanted Him To Hear It Before He Went. Marley,” I Said. “you Are A Great Dog.

A Dog Has No Use For Fancy Cars Or Big Homes Or Designer Clothes. Status Symbols Mean Nothing To Him. A Waterlogged Stick Will Do Just Fine. A Dog Judges Others Not By Their Color Or Creed Or Class But By Who They Are Inside. A Dog Doesn't Care If You're Rich Or Poor, Educated Or Illiterate, Clever Or Dull. Give Him Your Heart And He Will Give You His.

There's No Such Thing As A Bad Dog, Just A Bad Owner.

. . . Owning A Dog Always Ended With This Sadness Because Dogs Just Don't Live As Long As People Do.