Marley & Me: John Grogan

“John and Jenny were just beginning their life together. They were young and in love, with a perfect little house and not a care in the world. Then they brought home Marley, a wiggly yellow furball of a puppy. Life would never be the same.

“Marley quickly grew into a barreling, ninety-seven-pound steamroller of a Labrador retriever, a dog like no other. He crashed through screen doors, gouged through drywall, flung drool on guests, stole women’s undergarments, and ate nearly everything he could get his mouth around, including couches and fine jewelry. Obedience school did no good—Marley was expelled. Neither did tranquilizers the veterinarian prescribed for him with the admonishment, “Don’t hesitate to use these.”

“And yet Marley’s heart was pure. Just as he joyfully refused any limits on his behavior, his love and loyalty were boundless, too. Marley shared the couple’s joy at their first pregnancy and their first heartbreak over the miscarriage. He was there when babies finally arrived and when screams of a seventeen-year-old stabbing victim pierced the night. Marley shut down a public beach and managed to land a role in a feature-length movie, always winning hearts as he made a mess of things. Through it all, he remained steadfast, a model of devotion, even when his family was at its wit’s end. Unconditional love, they would learn, comes in many forms.

“Is it possible for humans to discover the key to happiness through a bigger-than-life, bad-boy dog? Just ask the Grogans.”

When the movie “Marley & Me” came out, all I can remember thinking is “That looks really cute, but where there’s a dog, it’s gotta die.” I tend to cry in emotional movies and thought that a movie about a dog that you get to love right before it dies was just not for me. Then, I noticed the book at the library where I work. For months, I avoided it. Then, with nothing better to do, I finally picked it up.

I fell in love.

This book is so not what I usually read, but I enjoyed it all the same. The writing style kept me reading. I couldn’t put the book down. John Grogan has such a way of describing things that you can’t help but imagine what it would be like to live through them.

I cracked up and laughed aloud; I cried—actually sobbed. I felt so much for the Grogans and felt like I was there with them every step of the way in their crazy, wonderful lives with Marley the bad-mannered dog. It made me feel so much.

I think that it was made all the more touching because I, myself, have an elderly dog. I’ve had him since my sixth birthday and he’s nearly thirteen-and-a-half. That’s getting up there even for a Maltese. He’s going through a lot of what Marley went through at the end and it just kills me. He—like Marley was to the Grogans—is the love of my life. Though he may drive me nutty and I may yell at him sometimes, I care for him with all of my heart. Cappy (short for Cappuccino) may not be “the world’s worst dog” but he is something special.

This book really made me see things differently. It made me realize the finiteness of life and how I really do need to embrace it. Our pets are beautiful, living, breathing creatures and—though they may sometimes make our lives hell—they love us unconditionally in our own ways. I would recommend this book to anyone who loves animals—who has ever loved and lost—and even for someone who has yet to know the complete adoration of a pet. This may just change their mind. (Oh, and now I fully intend on seeing the movie that is based off of this fantastic book!)