
The very first preview I saw for the movie "Marley and Me" had me hooked. I knew I wanted to see it just because I'm such a sucker for dogs and I have pretty much had one my whole life. Over Christmas I had mentioned it to my mom. She said she had two copies of the book and thought we could go see the movie after we finished reading it. I took it home and read it within two days. It made me laugh and cry. I could so relate.
Brian and I received Joseph as a Christmas gift from my parents and sister the first year we were married. We spent the first week we had him on a futon mattress on the living room floor so we could quickly take him out in the middle of the night.
Word leaked to my sister how much I wanted to see the movie and her generous heart couldn't resist sending me
Fandango bucks. My mom insisted watching Abby so Brian and I could have a night out to go see it.
Although the book was far better, it was still fun to watch. We definitely had our share of laughs, but the one thing I was not prepared for was all the tears rolling down Brian's face at the end. Of course I expected myself to cry, (I'm a major sap every single time I watch "Homeward Bound"), but not Brian. Especially since he always gives me a hard time when I cry during movies. It really hit home for him and what his responsibilities will be like in about 10 more years when we possibly have more children who are just as attached (if not more) to our Joey as Abby is.