A story from Margaret about Tony & Steve
posted 02/02/2012

One day during the summer of 2011, my then boyfriend (and now fiance) Mathew and I decided to take a trip to the puppy center to purchase two clown fish... we left with two yellow labrador puppies which we lovingly named Anthony James and Stephen John, or Steve and Tony. It has been a non-stop adventure with our boys ever since, and my friends get quite a kick out of my regular Facebook posts detailing Tony and Steve's adventures. Like Marley, they have eaten the entire house! I can totally relate to the story of you, Jenny and your spirited dog! Most recently, Steve escaped (he tends to run away a lot) through the front door of our condo because he wanted to play with our neighbor who was outside. After a warm welcome that included lots of jumping, I was able to restrain him by grabbing him by his collar. A few moments later, my neighbor opened his trunk to place his book bag in side. Next thing I knew, Stephen had escaped his collar and was INSIDE of this poor man's trunk!!! It was quite the adventure for a Wednesday morning. And there I was, hanging my head in shame and embarrassment while wearing my labrador pajama pants! They have eaten countless things, including the siding off the condo, holes in the walls and carpet, a ring holder, a few baskets, shoes of course (and expensive ones), a wallet, a pair of glasses, a cook book, and there were a few days when they littered the yard with office supplies after escaping their crate on Christmas day and eating paper clips and rubber bands in our home office! Oh, and watch out puppy toys... if they can't destroy them entirely, they are not interested! They are smart dogs - they know how to open closet doors to steal slippers and their crate is now reinforced with zip ties so they can't get out and destroy things like the Yonanna, our engagement party invitations or Matt's gym bag... But, even though they might be able to compete with Marley for the title of "worst dogs in the world", we love really them!!! They have brought so many happy tears, laughter and joy to our lives! I don't honestly think I could ever be without a yellow lab (or two) in my home again. :) As the sign hung on my wall states, "A home is not a home without a yellow lab". Thank you for sharing your story of Marley! We enjoyed it almost as much as our own adventures with Tony & Steve! Margaret :)

A story from Jessi about Bailey
posted 01/30/2012

I have always been a dog person. They are truly mans best friend. I think that is why Marley and Me quickly became my favorite book. I hope you all will see the fight each dog has after reading Baileys story!

Bailey came to me as a seeing eye dog puppy. I decided to raise her for the first year of her life as a project in my last year of 4H. Bailey did not pass seeing eye school so we had the option to adopt her. So we did. When she rejoined the family it was like she was never gone. Bailey is now 3.5 and she is my 1.5 yr old son's best friend.

On January 6th 2012 Bailey and two other dogs escaped their yard. One, Bilbo made it home safely about an hour later. Pistol the border collie was found hit by a car on St. Rt. 16, he did not survive. Bailey the very sweet black lab could not be found. Family and friends held search parties, contacted rescue groups, posted fliers, check websites. We did all we could think of to find this sweet girl. Finally after 9 long days and nights a lady happened to find Bailey, She could tell where Bailey had been sitting, unable to move her back legs. She had crawled in a circle, trying to eat what little grass there was. Bailey was also extremely skinny. The lady called the Newark Police who contacted a local rescue group. The group then was able to find me from a couple of websites we posted Bailey missing on. I drove to the lady’s house unsure if this was my dog my family has been missing for the past 9 days. Once I got there I knew I had my baby girl back and nothing was going to stop me from getting her home. But first she needs to go to MedVet. Once there is was very up and down if she would make it. We believe Bailey got hit by a car about the same time Pistol did on the 6th. She was found on the side of 16 not far from where Pistol was found, still in the fence. She had just rolled down the embankment. Bailey had two very damaged vertebrae. This required major back surgery, during that surgery they discovered Bailey’s spinal cord is severed in two. This lowered most chances of survival. She also had frost bite around her tail hips and left leg, all on top of being very skinny from not eating for so long. Yet Bailey keeps fighting! She has proven everyone wrong. Bailey is finally home and healing well. Everyone is amazed a dog that is paralyzed from the waist down is gaining some feeling and movement in her back legs and tail. She will need a wheel chair to help her move around. Her surgeries total to $6,200 and the Doctors would like to do two different therapy packages both lasting four weeks. The first is $500 and the second is $700. Bailey is a miracle dog with remarkable will to live. She has beat the below freezing temperatures and the Doctors not so good diagnoses. We are asking for donations to help us to continue helping Bailey! We are so thankful for our community reaching out and helping us with donations!

Baileys story can also be followed on Facebook/Baileys Fundraiser

A story from Allyson about None
posted 01/30/2012

I read your book Marley and Me and I was really touched. If Marley could come and live for eternity to live with you and your family he would. I loved your book and thanks for the inspiration!

A story from ana paula about pipoca
posted 01/26/2012

oi , sou eu ana paula , sou do brasil , e tenho um cao muito divertido ele adora ficr brincando com o meu pé. adorei seu livro marley e eu , adorei tanto que logo apos ler ele , fui ver o filme , me emocionei do começo ao fim . aqui no brasil estamos enfrentando muito casos de agrecividade do homem com os animais , pois o homem com tanto poder que acha que dispoem poder fazer com animais o que quizer. o homem se acha um ser racional , só que ele trata com animais como objetos que se podem fazer com ele de tudo , ainda que existem pessoas como voce john grogan que levou essa historia deste cachorro maravinhoso o marley , que é um exemplo para o homem ver como uma nimal poder ser importante para a vida . obrigado . li a sua historia marley o caozinho trapalhao , que foi feito para nossas crianças, marley deve ter sido deste jeito . eu tenho o pipoca , ele ainda é um filhote , pois só tem ainda 5 meses e adora brincar , e pular como uma pipoca saltitante . agora , ele adora pegar o meu pé ficar brincando .

A story from Fan about None
posted 01/14/2012

Dear John, I read "Marley and me". It really touched me. I plan to adopt a dog. Thank you for being such an inspiration, for I will always renumber your story, and hopefully live it.

A story from ana paula about pipoca
posted 01/03/2012

pipoca é um cao muito esperto , só que ele tem um grande problema ele pula igual a uma pipoca saltitante , e nao para quieto. ele ja deu muita preocupação para nos em casa pois no começo do mes de dezembro ele ficou muito doente, e quando ele voltou para casa , ele estava tao fraquinho , ate estralhei pois ele nao para quieto. agora ele já esta bem denovo, mas travesso que nunca , um beijo da ana e do pipoca aqui do brasil

A story from Michelle about JD
posted 12/21/2011

My dog's name was Jd. He is the Bulldog in the picture. I took this picture the day I brought Playboy my Jackchi home. Jd was my Marley. I got Jd two days after my 20th birthday. I remember it because the place where I worked at at the time had free dogs being given away on my birthday and my daddy said I couldn't have one, but two days later his girlfriend picked me up from the nail salon and went to the dollar store and before she got out she handed me this beautiful brindle and white bulldog. My sister and I took him home and gave him a bath it was so cute watching him try and climb over the tub! He had his front two paws out of the tub and his back two in the tub! Poor thing's name changed atleast 6 times that week before we finally dettled on JD short for John Deere. He impacted my life so much over the year and a half that he was alive. I took great care of him, he was my baby. One time I walked into my room and he had torn everything in my room to shreds I called my mama crying because he was bleeding from the mouth, come to find out he was looseing his baby teeth and cut his mouth while teething. I still have his baby teeth. Like Marley he was hard headed and stubborn, he could sit, lay down, stay, and speak just as pretty as you pleased...when he wanted too, but don't leave him alone for a while! He also took of all of my full sized bed so imagine when I'd vist my mama and my friends would stay over and we had to share a bed with a 100 lb teddy bear lol. He would sleep in between us and spread out all over the bed. When I moved to my mama's I brought Jd and Playboy with me and with that a decrease in bed size. Not only did I have Jd that took up the bed but Playboy too lol. He was also a Houdini. At my dad's he stayed in a pin and some how kept getting out. I finaly realized that the only thing he used his dog house for was to jump out of his pin. He chewed through thick leashes when my ex boyfriend and I tied him to a tree outside, then next day while I was at work and my ex was at school Jd chewed through his make shift leash and collar and jumped out of a friend's truck and was running around the school parking lot! My best friend had to catch him because he was the only other person Jd would listen too.

On July 2nd 2010 I let my mama's dog Cowboy and my two outside. Cowboy is used to roaming and comeing in when he wants so I didn't go call them in for a while. At 12 noon my mama came home and told me that Jd had been hit and was dead. I didn't believe her and went running outside, she wasn't lieing. My baby was gone. For days after that I had dreams about him. Dreams where he would come back and I'd get to spend one more day with him. Call me crazy but I even had one dream where God was talking through him letting me know Jd was ok. I keep his name tag and rabies vacination with me at all times.

A story from Shane Stanton about Chase
posted 12/17/2011

Chase lived with my Uncle Tom’s family in Akron, Oh, and the first Lab I ever met. He was a yellow Lab, but that’s where the similarities to Marley ended.

Uncle Tom had him completely trained before he was six months old. Sometimes it was hard to tell who was calmer, Chase or Midnight- the now very loving, toward both, people, and food, ten-year-old, black, blob of a cat Uncle Tom found under his truck as he was getting ready to go home after work. Middy and Chase grew to be very close. He always politely greeted everyone who came to the door- I honestly believe he was the only dog to love people more than food- and enjoyed being outside like all Labs do. It was no wonder why I quickly warmed up to having him lick my face. And I still laugh as I recall a snowy day near Christmas when he joined me, my mom, her parents, Sandra, Annie, Mary, Uncle Tom, and Aunt Marty for some sledding with the neighbors in a nearby park. Over and over again he would eagerly run after a sled down the hill, charge back up to the top, and pursue another sled. He was two of his favorite things, snow and people. Unfortunately, that was one of the last days I got to spend with him.

A few months later, Chase suddenly started acting disturbingly different from the near-saintly dog everyone loved. Uncle Tom took Chase to see his Veterinarian, and learned he was experiencing terrible pain in his abdomen. Labrador Retrievers are known for their ability to tolerate excruciating pain, and Chase had been suffering quite a while. The painful decision to put Chase down was made. The people at the clinic gave Uncle Tom, Aunt Marty, Sandra, Annie, and Mary a chance to say goodbye. An autopsy revealed that Chase was suffering from cancer, and it was spreading. He was only six years old, and no one realized how little time he had left. I miss him, and Uncle Tom buried him in the backyard, with big plaque marking his spot.

A story from Valentina O Connell about Maggie
posted 11/15/2011

My daog Maggie can talk and say i love you it is so cute and she howls like a wolf it is very funny and Maggie is very bold she bits everyones feet when they are leaving the kittchen it is so bold.Maggie playes with the puppy we it is so cute i love my Maggie

A story from Billie Kerr about Madam
posted 10/27/2011

Madam-known as Maddie or The Mad Dog- was born on a snowy December day in 1990.Her mother,Genie, was a gentle, rather timid labrador and very much "one of the family".I was persuaded by my son and husband to keep one of the 7 puppies,rather against my will as we already had another labrador,Jody,plus 2 horses,1 pony 2 cats and 2 guinea pigs!However,I had worked and lived with animals all my life so-what the hell-why not! From the beginning she was different-not the brightest but full of love for the whole world.She chewed for England!A wall,2 coffee tables,numerous books-including one from the library named How to Train Your Dog! House trainng was almost impossible-you had to be careful where you walked inside and outside the house! Everyone in the village knew her as she was a brilliant escapee and would always go to the nearest human to bring her home. In her 15th year she developed kidney problems and despite all we and our vets could do for her-we finally had to have her put to sleep,at home,on 6th February 2006. The descriptions of Marley and of the grogan family's trials and problems and love for him brought everything back to me. I loved the book and the film-Thankyou.

A story from Allie about Pepper
posted 10/26/2011

This is pepper at 4 months old. She acted alot like marley. She ate peanut butter and cookies. She ran around alot. But when she was about 16 we had to put her down because tumors in her 2 back legs. The doctors said that surgery would not work on a older dog like her. I miss her soo much.

A story from Andy about Scrabble
posted 10/18/2011

Scrabble and I were together from him beig 10 weeks old until he finally went to sleep one last time in February this year.

Over the years he had his scrapes and adventures, many of which resulted in a trip tot he vets! ... Breaking his leg at 6 months old, getting stuck down numerous fox and rabbit holes, bursting a disc in his spine, chewing through countless boxes of chocolates, sewing needles and fish food! His enthusiasm for life (and mischief!) were matched only by the claims to the pet insurance company!!

No matter what pain his adventures led him too though, he'd stubbornly refuse to learn and would throw him self at the next interesting challenge with the same boundless energy.

For a small dog he had a big dogs heart and fearlessness, and an unbridled capacity to love and be loved.

I read John's book a few years ago when it was first published and loved it all. Knowing that one day I would have to face up to the pain that John and his family faced at the end of the book. At the end of February 2011, that moment finally came, and the toughest, most heart wrenching decision in my life had to be made. Yet, at the same time it was also the easiest decision. After a life time of unconditional love, affection and laughs from my best friend, the absolute least I could do was allow him the dignity of sleeping without any more suffering.

I finally had the courage last Saturday to watch the film, and yes it did bring back the pain and the tears. But it also brought back the smiles and the light and I know for sure that one day I'll go through it all again with another faithful, loving, idiot of a hound!

Thank you Scrabble for the memories and the love, and thank you John and Marley for the reminders.

A story from Beth about Luke
posted 09/29/2011

I read Marley and Me about two years ago. At the time we had a happy, healty, rambunctious four-year-old yellow lab named Luke. He was nowhere near as mischievous as Marley, but similar in many ways. He was big, about 90 pounds, contantly moving and LOVED to chase his tail. He had the best dispostion and although he drooled constantly, he did not lick. Overall, he was a very well-behaved dog. Best of all, he was my biggest fan, following me all over the house and wanting to always be by my side. I had grown up with dogs, but never had one that was "mine". Luke was definitely mine, a fact that my husband reminded me of every time Luke did something naughty or needed his muddy feet wiped off after being outside.

Part of his charm, as is true with many dogs, is he didn't realize he was a dog. He thought he was a kid and would sit side by side with my boys as they played video games, or run around in the backyard when they played kickball or baseball. He was always running through, around and over kids on swings.

About this time last year he had some issues off and on with swelling in his left front leg, and after a couple of months we discovered he had cancer. We agonized over the right decsion, staunchly opposed to amputation, but in the end realized that was the best option for Luke. On January 21st of this year he had his surgery. That night, hopped up on pain meds, he made it down the basement stairs without incident (his usual controlled fall, albeit a little more unbalance this time)and proceeded to chase his tail. I was flabbergasted. Needless to say, once the drugs wore off he did not attempt that again for a couple more weeks. His recovery was amazing - I never would have believed he could have done so well, so quickly if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I think at times he forgot he was missing a leg. He adapted well and personality-wise was back to the same ol' Luke within a couple weeks.

On April 17th of this year we awoke to crashing noises in our kitchen. We had blocked Luke in because he was muddy and for whatever reason we decided it was a good night for him to spend on the kitchen floor. The crashing noises we heard were him trying to stand. His back legs weren't working and he was desperate to get up. We took him to the emergency vet (it was a Sunday, of course), where they did x-rays and an ultrasound. They informed us he had a mass in his abdomen, but weren't sure why exactly he was unable to move his legs. They made him comfortable and we contacted our regular vet, who agreed to meet us in her office in a few hours. We took him home and I sat with him as much as possible, trying to comfort him and keep him calm before it was time to leave. I knew it wasn't good; his back legs were cold and getting hard, so there wasn't alot of blood flow there. I found his favorite toy, a stuffed duck, and gave it to him. He never shredded his duck, only sucked on it, and on this day it provided him with some level of comfort because he wouldn't let it go. We called our neighbors and they came over to say goodbye.

We took him to the vet, where she confirmed he had no circulation in his legs. She said it was likely that a either piece of the tumor in his abdomen or a blood clot had broken off and was blocking the blood flow to his legs. She said they could address his legs, but there was the tumor to think about, also. He was only six, had already survived being hit by a car and having surgery on his banged-up head when he was four and a limb amputation three months ago. And here he was with cancer again. The most humane option was to put him down, which we sadly did that afternoon.

I can totally relate to the too quiet house; no banging tail, no giant head in the way, no skittering nails across the floor, no Luke there to greet me when I got home from work. Some days I feel silly being so emotional about it five months later, but he was my buddy and he was taken from us far too soon and way too young.

Our plan is to wait until next spring to get another dog. Part of me wants one now - I've never lived without at least one dog in the house, so this is a very new experience. But part of me is terrified to get another dog. Luke was so well-behaved (most of the time) and he had the best personality. I think it will be hard for another dog to live up to him. And I'll be honest - I'm afraid we'll get a dog like Marley!

I just re-read the book this week and I'm not sure if that was a good idea or not. I laughed out loud again when I read the first chapters of the book, but cried uncontrollably when I got to the last few chapters. It's comforting to know there are others like me who are so broken hearted over the loss of their pet and that it's ok if it takes me a while to get past it. My kids bought me a small ceramic jar so that I could keep some of Luke's ashes. I couldn't bear to give all of him up at once, so he is now on my nightstand - by my side, right near the spot he slept for six years. We scattered his ashes at our cabin because he loved it there, especially in the lake.

Thank you for writing this book about your pain-in-the-ass dog. I really enjoyed reading about the similarities and thanking my lucky stars that Luke didn't do half the naughty things Marley did! I hope your new dog, and any that may follow, bring you just as much joy.

A story from skylee about flodie and saydelam
posted 09/19/2011

hello my name is skylee im 11 i live in ohio and this is th estory of flodie and saydelam i grew up with these dogs they mad me laugh they mad me cry they even made me a better person. And as i was reading marley i coudnt help but back down crying when u john gave the dicription of marley alll white faced and old in mid 14 i couldnt have rembered my old flodie and sayde. Flodie was 19 when he got put to sleep and saydelam was 18 .they were about they were and about 9 and 8 how got thourgh thier deaths i will never no. But once i began accepting that my 2 favortie golden reterivers were gone what i learned i learn all the thing s my dogs had teached me i now have 4 dogs 2 little yapy dogs at my dads and 2 lovable huge black labordors but i will never forget my babies sinserly skylee

A story from Marissa about Indy
posted 09/19/2011

We recently had to put down our blue Doberman Pinscher, Indigo, called Indy for short. I was rereading your book and was struck by the similarities between your goofball of a Lab and my bipolar Dobe! Indy relished the chance to steal food, she even ate an entire bottle of 'Flamin' Horseradish Sauce' once, followed by licking clean a new jar of peanut butter! Looking back even an hour or two later, we can't help but laugh at her antics. My mom even caught a picture of her sneaking food from a bag of kibble one time, her head buried in the bag up to her collar! I think my favorite story about Indy, though, is when the whole extended family gathered at my Uncle's house to take some pictures, as he had just finished installing a small pond complete with a waterfall and goldfish. We were all invited to bring our dogs (not a single cat on this side of the family, for some reason)and the pooches had a blast running around the yard together. We had two Dobes at that time, puppy Indy, at only ten or eleven months, and big Tia, almost six. Indy had recently had her ears docked so that they would stand in the traditional fashion of guard dogs, and still had the tape and white badages looking like two white dunce caps on her head. At one point, Indy decided that, apparently, the water bowl was beneath her and she deserved to drink from the fresh, flowing pond. She leaned in to take a drink and spotted the fish. Entranced, she leaned furthur and further until in she went, head over heels! Everyone, even the photographers, were cracking up as I reached in and hauled her out, trying to scold her while laughing myself. We had to redo the bandages using supplies raided from my Aunt's medicine cabinet, and Tia avoided Indy for the rest of the day, like she was embaressed to admit that she lived with the little phsyco. Reading 'Marley and Me' has helped me cope, realizing that everyone who has ever had a dog has those times when they look for their best four-legged friend before realizing that they aren't there.

A story from kristen about tasha
posted 09/18/2011

This is tasha this is when she looked like when she was a puppy now shes 2 in a half shes almost 3 we love her she grown so big already but we still love her.

A story from teah about Marley
posted 09/18/2011

This is marley he's so cute we have lots of fun together hes so tiny insint he i love him hes just so adorible this is a picture of him at y friend kristens house beside the bush it was so cute their is a picture of my friend kristens dog on here her dogs name is tasha just let me know when you see them.

A story from Susan about Roxxie
posted 09/12/2011

Dear John, I have read your book 5 times and watched Marley and Me 7 times! They never fail to make me laugh and cry. My dog roxy reminds me of alot of Marley. Even though she is a trouble maker she still completes our crazy family:) LOVE LOVE LOVE your book! Thanks! -Susan

A story from Joan about Sophie
posted 09/11/2011

It was a year ago on Friday, 9/9, that we lost her. Today I finished reading "Marley and Me". I had seen the last 30 minutes of the movie twice and knew I had to read the book. I haven't finished a book in years, but I couldn't put this one down.

These are links to my blog posts about her diagnosis and death. If that's not cool, John, feel free to delete them.

She was SUCH a Marley.

http://smartmouthlittlebitch.wordpress.com/

http://smartmouthlittlebitch.wordpress.com/2010/09/09/and-now-i-must-say-goodbye/

http://smartmouthlittlebitch.wordpress.com/2010/08/31/i-do-hereby-bequeath/

http://smartmouthlittlebitch.wordpress.com/2010/08/30/1311/

A story from Claire about Daisy
posted 09/06/2011

Hi John! I absolutly loved your book!! I have read it more than 3 times and every time i end up crying! Your story touches me and once i watch the film once i have to watch it again! Marley remindes me of my dog Daisy who we had to give away as my family was allergic! We had her for about two years and during those two years we never seemed to recieve any mail! We couldnt buy new shoes without her chewing them and she to could escape a dog cage! She was an absolutly mentle dog who was out of controle but we loved her with all our hearts and she loved us aswell. I cryed for gays after she was gone and i will never be able to love a dog the same. I have to say that Marley seems a lot like Daisy. Its amazing how much you can love a dog. They really become like a member of the family. Thank you for writing the book it was nice to know that Daisy wasn't the only one! Thank you again!

A story from Utathya about Cocoa
posted 08/09/2011

a lazy summer break

A story from Utathya about Cocoa
posted 08/09/2011

The ever hungry cocoa

A story from Utathya about Cocoa
posted 08/09/2011

Dear John, I have watched the movie Marley & Me 4 times so far, and whenever I watch the movie it is, thrilling, fun and I always cry at the end. After inspiration from your movie and seeing how a dog can change a family forever. my mom decided to get me a Labrador for my birthday. I still remember the first day when he came in. I came back from school and I was changing my clothes and then suddenly out of nowhere a small little THING was coming out. I got so scared and climbed up on the bed and stayed there for about 30 mins. I used to be scared of dogs, for the next 2 days I could not make up the confidence to go touch him. But then gradually we became best of friends and the best brother I have or will ever have. Sometimes me and my mom keep comparing Cocoa to Marley, and actually said that Marley was an ANGEL in comparison to Cocoa. Even though he is only 1 and half years old we still love his BARKS, BITES, SULKS, FROWNS, TWITCHES, HIS SORRY LOOKING FACES but we are scared what we will do when we lose him??? Of course i do not want to think about it but it just scares everything out of me and my family. I also work for an NGO which works for dogs called RED PAWS RESCUE it is in India.

Regards BOW WOW

A story from Maisa Beatriz about Bruno
posted 08/06/2011

Hi John Grogan! I read the book Marley and me, and also watched the movie, after losing the best friend I ever had in my life. His name was Bruno a mutt, and we are here in Brazil, when I read the book I immediately thought: "God is my description of my dog," Marley and he was mischievous and always wanted something to eat no matter it was, but most of all miss that crazy dog ​​that sat beside me in my sad times in hopes of making mischief I get a smile, and best of all he always could. After a few months he became ill with me and even taking him to the vet he did not improve then the only thing we could do was stand next to him at that moment, I still remember the day when the vet arrived he climbed on the couch and lay on my lap like the last time, I always say it was a farewell after he was in the beginning I felt guilty for not having fought harder for his life, but then I realized that nothing I would do any good. Today I have a dog called Milk and I always say that she is the reincarnation of my dog ​​Bruno, for she is as mischievous as he was, but thanks to her I got myself the sadness was the loss of my best friend .

A story from Marlene about Lulu
posted 08/06/2011

Hi John Grogan. Thank you for your excellent book! I could not put it down once I've started to read it. The first few chapters were very familiar since our Lab/German Shepard is now 2 1/2 years old and basic training was also delayed for a couple of months. Her retrieving skills are now put to good use since I let her choose my socks before we go out for a walk. She will sniff them all until she 'finds' a pair she likes most and then runs away with it, but eventually give it up so I can put it on. Her best outing is to the park where she can swim in the dam and chase a few ducks and on days when we cannot drive there, she will do all sorts of other ‘naughty’ stuff to proof her point that she missed her favorite walk! There is not a more fun and funny breed than these precious creatures. We had a Chow-Chow, Maltese and a Fox-Terrier before, but I am hooked on the Labs for life! There is no other breed quite like this one, with a personality even better than humans. Thanks again for sharing your story. Lots of love from South Africa

A story from Marlene about Lulu
posted 08/05/2011

Hi John Grogan. Thank you for your excellent book! I could not put it down once I've started to read it. The first few chapters were to familiar since our Lab/German Shepard is now 2 1/2 years old. Her retrieving skills are put to good use since I let her choose my socks before we go out for a walk. She will sniff them all until she 'finds' a pair she likes and eventually give it up so I can put it on. There is not a more fun and funny breed than these precious creatures. Thanks again for sharing your story. Lots of love from South Africa

A story from Marlene about Lulu
posted 08/05/2011

Hi John Grogan. Thank you for your excellent book! I could not put it down once I've started to read it. The first few chapters were to familiar since our Lab/German Shepard is now 2 1/2 years old. Her retrieving skills are put to good use since I let her choose my socks before we go out for a walk. She will sniff them all until she 'finds' a pair she likes and eventually give it up so I can put it on. There is not a more fun and funny breed than these precious creatures. Thanks again for sharing your story. Lots of love from South Africa

A story from Gayl about Merlin
posted 08/03/2011

Having just finished Marley & Me for the 2nd time, through tears at the loss and laughter at the joy, I am reminded again of our beloved labrador Zak who was taken from us all too soon... but I'm not allowed to cry for long there's no way Merlin (another Labrador with LOTS of character) could possibly see any of us with tears and restrain himself from giving us a quick wash!!! The stories run so true for any dog owner and especially those of us who seem unavoidably drawn to this funny, loyal and loving breed!! Thanks for the memoried!