Today is Millie’s birthday. She’s two years old. Yesterday was my birthday. Ha! As if I was going to tell how old I am. Besides, nobody is interested my birthday. Not even me.
Millie gets top billing today and every day. She’s a dog, after all, and dogs are better than people. They are easier to love, and they always love you back. At least eight or 10 humans didn’t love me back. But that’s a story for another day.
This is a dog tale. Like all canine chronicles, it is a story of a hero’s journey. But remember, it’s the journey that counts, not the destination.
Some dogs are born heroes. Lassie. Rin Tin Tin.
Some dogs have heroics thrust upon them. Lady. Tramp.
Some dogs have heroism buried deep within. Marley. Millie.
Of “Marley and Me?”
Yes, Marley, of “Marley and Me,” the book and Jennifer Aniston movie. Despite receiving two copies as gifts, I have no intention of reading the book and I certainly won’t watch the movie. Ever.
I read the 2004 Philadelphia Inquirer column by Marley’s dad, John Grogan, that turned into the book and then the movie “Saying Farewell to a Faithful Friend” when it was first published. Sobbed at my desk for a half of an hour. I couldn’t tell anyone that I was not crying for myself. I couldn’t talk.
My eyes just welled up right now at the thought of the heartwrenching eulogy for Marley- a mere 10 inches in the newspaper, a long 12 years ago. No way could I survive 320 pages or 120 minutes knowing that the dog dies. Only a fool would subject herself to the torrent of tears guaranteed to ensue.
That’s the problem with stories and films about hero dogs. The dog always dies.
Marley was a hero to her mom and dad, albeit an unconventional hero. A dog doesn’t have to be perfect to save your life. She just has to be.
Millie came to help Dempsey as he battled lymphoma.
Millie reminds me when to get a new toothbrush. 24 times so far.
Millie reminds me to read “O” magazine. Or else.
Millie ensures I can see through the door unobstructed.
Millie loves me. That’s heroic enough.
Before another one
dozen of Millie’s feats of derring-don’t, SingleandtheSweetSideof40.com is getting a name change and attitude adjustment. Let’s face it: being unwed and over 40 ain’t always sweet. Single At this Age$#*!@? will tell it like it is, no BullS**t. Instead, you’ll find more stories (with fewer words) about the day-to-day experiences of a party of one in a society that only invites couples: the fun things we do, weird events we attend, rude people we endure, stupid rules we oughta break, singlist laws they oughta change and lessons we learn the hard way. Life as we know it.
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