SPOILER ALERT!

Do not read this blog if you are at all interested in the movie "Marley and Me." Really, I am going to share the whole movie including the ending.

We had a small Christmas celebration with the kids. Ken made egg casserole, we opened presents, played some games, watched a Christmas movie on TV, then we decided we would go to the movie. Jake picked Marley and Me. It was between that, the new Adam Sandler movie or 4 Christmas's. I was shocked at the number of people at the movies today. We had to stand in line, and the theater was full. Everything started out good enough. Cute Jennifer Aniston & Owen Wilson (who seriously needs some work done on his nose.) They fall in love get married and decide to practice on a dog before they have kids. The movie follows the story of this couple and their relationship with their dog. The first hour, hour and a half were hysterical. It was kind of parallel to what Ken and I went through, with the dog, the career, the kids, the struggles of married life. They even had a colicky baby (love ya Megan, but seriously, you almost did us in.)

Then, Owen Wilson's character starts to struggle with turning 40 and he talks to the dog about getting grey around the temples. That's when it hit me. I knew then I should have left the theater, but it was so crowded, and we were in the middle. As the story progresses and the dog ages, I start to get a little weepy eyed. Then, as the two sit and talk about what a good dog he'd been (well obviously only the human talks, but you know what I mean) I have to hold in sobs. The teary eyes began to flow. My nose started running like a faucet. It was an ugly cry and I knew it. I also knew that I had to walk out of that theater into the daylight, and the crowds waiting for the next showing. I am pretty sure my face told the story. I was a mess, I'm still a mess. I came home, hugged the dogs. The kids laughed at me, Ken said he had heard that the dog died (why he didn't tell me I'll never know.) So, if you love dogs like I do. Rent the movie, watch until they move to Philadelphia, then turn it off. That's all I'm saying. I have to go blow my nose. Merry Christmas....