A Dog Doesn't Care If You're Rich

Never Slow Down, Never Look Back, Live Each Day With Adolescent Verve And Spunk And Curiosity And Playfulness. If You Think You’re Still A Young Pup, Then Maybe You Are, No Matter What The Calendar Says.

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.

It's Just The Most Amazing Thing To Love A Dog, Isn't It? It Makes Our Relationships With People Seem As Boring As A Bowl Of Oatmeal.

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.

Dogs Are A Really Amazing Eye Opener For Us Humans Because Their Lives Are Compressed Into Such A Short Period, So We Can See Them Go From Puppyhood To Adolescence To Strong Adulthood And Then Into Their Sunset Years In 10 To 12 Years. It Really Drives Home The Point Of How Finite All Our Lives Are.