Never Slow Down, Never Look Back, Live

In A World Of Bosses, You Are Your Own Master

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.

Animal Lovers Are A Special Breed Of Humans, Generous Of Spirit, Full Of Empathy, Perhaps A Little Prone To Sentimentality, And With Hearts As Big As A Cloudless Sky

Just So You Know Labrodor Retrivers Do Not Howl.begals Howl.wolves Howl. Labs Do Not Howl, At Lestnot Well. Marley Attempted Twice To Howl, Both Times In Answer To A Passing Police Siren, Tossing Back His Head, Forming His Mouth Into An O Shape, And Letting Loose The Most Pathetic Sound Ihave Ever Heard, More Like Gargling Than Answering The Call Of The Wild. Butnow,no Question About It He Was Howling.

Only Then Did I See. Something Was Amiss With Patrick's Snap-on One Piece, Or "onesie" As We Manly Dads Like To Call It. His Chubby Thighs, I Now Realized, Were Squeezed Into The Armholes, Which Were So Tight They Must Have Been Cutting Off His Circulation. The Collared Neck Hung Between His Legs Like An Udder. Up Top, Patrick's Head Stuck Out Through The Unsnapped Crotch, And His Arms Were Lost Somewhere In The Billowing Pant Legs. It Was Quite A Look.