A story from Penpitcha about Boonchu
posted 07/29/2010

Boonchu is about 2 years old. First thing our Vet told us about the mix yellow lab and pitbull was to sterilization because they could have bad temper. Pitbull breed in Thailand is not so much favorable because there are continuously bad news about pitbull dogs bite their owners and kids. But our Boonchu is funny, lovable and energetic. We not sure that because we name him Boonchu to be the predictable of his behavior or not but he sure loves his favorite toys: tennis balls and shoes.

A story from Robin about Deak
posted 07/28/2010

My son is 22 years old and is an avid hunter. He's wanted a lab since he was about 13 years old. We constantly told him "no". He had the opportunity to get one right before graduating high school. He was about to leave for college. Again, we told him, "no way." He's now getting ready to begin his senior year in college. He had the opportunity to get a full-blood yellow lab. He meticulously picked out his dog and then brought him home. Now mind you, we'd all watched "Marley and Me" and while we'd laughed and cried and loved the movie, we still thought it had probably been quite exaggerated for the sake of comedy. Well, boy we were wrong. Donald and his friends all have hunting dogs and they all have names like Gunner, Shooter, Hunter, etc...so he was challenged to come up with a name that was still a "hunting" dog's name, but one a little different. He named him Deak. Short for decoy. This dog has destroyed our koi pond, ate bars of soap, coins, paper towels, you name it. We have bought him an outdoor kennel, which he even broke out of (I've nicknamed him Houdini). We are getting new carpet next week and in trying to choose a new color we've decided to take Deak in with us to find out if they have anything in "Yellow Lab" as to try to hide as much of the dog hair as possible. We've never dealt with this before but we have absolutely fallen in love with this big ole lap dog.

A story from Meghan about Marley
posted 07/28/2010

Three weeks ago I went to go get Marley. He has all the personality and excitment you would want in a dog. We were thinking what to name him as I relised he looks just like the Marley in the movie. Oh sure did his name fit. He has ran through a softball field and is not afraid of anything. We went on vaation and I even wrote a story like the one in the movie to inform the sitter about his "strong personality". She was ready to give him back in no time. Marley may be stong and tough but he is also a huge mush. He may be the worlds worst dog but turns out to be the best dog you can ever have. Thanks for reading my story.

A story from Jadee about Ben
posted 07/24/2010

I got Ben 11 yrs ago rescuing him from an abusive life. He's the yellow labbie that all the neighborhood kids love and adore. He reminds me of Marley in many ways, especially the whole dragging me while walking, at least until later in life when I was trying to walk HIM! I've found many a missing pennies, and oter spare change frequently decorating the piles o'poop out in the yard over the last several years.... Your Marley made me laugh, cry, laugh, and cry some more. I cried so hard at the end that I ended up nusing Ben's tail to wip my nose and eyes!!!!! and Ben couldn't figure out why I was blubbering so much that he started whining, and tried to clean my face for the next 10 minutes. Gotta love that dog, and I wouldn't trade him in for the world. Just to help me get through the last process with Ben I've gotten a black labbie puppy, who's growing while Ben's aging....and enter the Marley wannabe puppy....here we go again, except with crate training this time!

A story from George about Bess
posted 07/22/2010

My Best Friend Bess

My story begins when i was 5. We had recently moved into in a small village in Suffolk called Stanton. My parents had seen me playing a lot with my god-fathers dogs and i think they decided it was time to make our family complete. Searching through the newspapers they came across an advert for a group of Lurcher puppies for sale.

We went to see them and on first arriving my mum was mortified to see this long grey haired Lurcher running towards us (that was Bess's mum). Thinking that this what the puppies would all look like my mum was not very impressed but then we noticed a group of puppies all running around in the field. Whilst my mum and my sister were looking at the puppies i noticed a small girl's head had appeared from behind the bushes accompanied by a scrawny little thing with long thin legs, being inquisitive as i was at the age 5 i went off to play with this girl and puppy. My parents came to find me and they found me playing with the runt of the litter. My mum didn’t need to ask me what one was my favourite and so we got our tiny long-shanks dog. On the way home we had our puppy in a cardboard box and were trying to think of what to call her, me and my younger sister decided we wanted a Disney name and so suggested Cinderella, Sleeping beauty, Snow White and Pocahontas. My mum knew better and suggested that our puppy may not like any of those names and so we settled with our parent’s choice for Bess.

Little did i know but only after one week of having Bess i had sparked an addiction that would last for the rest of her life. One night after being woken up again by a dog missing her family i imagine, i sneaked downstairs into the kitchen and brought my dog up stairs and let her sleep at the bottom of my bed. However although when i went to sleep Bess would always be at the bottom of the bed curled up into a tiny ball i could always be sure that when i woke up she would have expanded her empire and claimed the top half of the bed stretching out her legs. Lurchers think that god invented furniture purely for their leisure and enjoyment and that claiming this vital territory is essential.

The day i had to have Bess put down i would to say was miserable and wet, however it was gorgeous and sunny day and Bess was conducting one of her favourite past-times in the morning; Sun bathing! Later when my mum got home Bess scared me, she crawled over me to get off the sofa instead of her usual frantic leap and scurry into the kitchen. Bess got off the sofa and fell over, she got up but her back right leg gave way again and she fell. I remember screaming for my mum saying something’s not right with Bess. I carried to the car and sat beside her for the journey to the vets and i can remember getting a thousand looks from all these pedestrians when i got out of the car carrying Bess in the vets in tears. The vet saw Bess and tried to figure out what was wrong, it turned out Bess had suffered from a mild stroke and her leg just felt nothing. In that moment i had to decide along with my mum and sister whether we leave her over night for surgery with the risk of her dying alone or putting her to sleep. When Bess was gone and as we were leaving i noticed the vet come into the room crying and she picked up Bess and said come on princess. When people ask me to this day who my childhood best friend was i say Bess, and i always get the same questions, what a weird name for a person, and i have to say ‘Bess was my dog’.. Bess was with me for over 13 years during which my parents divorced and somehow Bess knew i was sad and she was a friend i could tell any secret to, confide in and turn too. I am proud to have loved Bess and be loved back in return. X

this was the last photo taken of Bess about three weeks before we had her put down.

A story from Christine about Hayley
posted 07/21/2010

This is my Hayley, we've had her 2 1/2 years now, and couldn't imagine life without her! She's dangerously smart, a great dog when she wants to be. She knows all the key words: outside, friebee, go, do you want?, shoes. Mention any of those in a sentence and look out! She's ready to go! Her "marley moment" happened the morning after I brought her home. I was lying in bed and she was scampering around ( she was only 5 pounds at the time, nothing compared to the 70 pounds she is now) and she came up to my face, licked me, nipped my ear and took off. A second later, the back of my earing fell off of my ear and I heard chewing and a gulp. My heart sank, I was worried for a good solid week, and then we found "evidence" she was going to be just fine. She really has been the best dog though, always ready to be at your side, is incredibly jealous of the cats, loves to chase rabbits and deer, (only from a great distance though). She still believes she is a lap dog, even though she usually crushes you, tail waggaing the whole time. She is well loved ( and spoiled) and we couldn't ask for more! This is why your story touched us so much, everyone has a story of a great dog in their lives, Thank you for sharing yours!!!!!

A story from Faye Harkess about Prince and Summer
posted 07/20/2010

We lost our much loved little part Pom/Corgi, Tyson,- Dec 2008, we were devastated, but he had to be put down due to cancer. We cried for weeks, and then decicded we must do something, as we were so depressed. Got talked into seeing the movie- Marley and Me--- sat through it, but the end set us off once again. BUT due to that movie, we now have 2 black labs- Summer 8yrs, who we rescued from a sad situation, and Prince, 17 mnth, and we gor him as a puppy. We are busy with the pair of them, but it has solved our depression, and now we can talk about our Tyson without getting too upset. Our Prince is a beautiful dog, into mischief, and food- have to watch him, but he loves being cuddled and petted as much as possible. Sits on my knee, watching TV, and then alongside me, always putting his paw into my hand, as though we are holding hands. My husband and my life, has been enriched by these 2 friends. Actually, they are our 2 children== and our 5 grown children laugh at us, at becoming parents again !!! Our Summer is a proper lady, and she was born in America, brought here to Australia- at 8 mnths old, but her owners became very sick after her arrival, and she was not looked after as she should have been. She is so good for Prince, teaches him a lot. We love to watch this happening with them.. Thanks to seeing the movie, - how lucky are we?

A story from Chrissie about Marley
posted 07/19/2010

My husband and I got Marley 2 years ago. Right after we bought him, my dad gave me the book, "Marley and Me". He is alot like the real Marley. He has eaten many things in the 2 years we've had him, but we still love him. I couldn't imagine having a different dog.

A story from Daniel Sayol about Simón
posted 07/19/2010

It´s the classic story. Simón is my labrador. He was a gift from my wife. At first was my own dog and now is everybody´s love.

A story from Don Neel about Rocky
posted 07/18/2010

Rocky is polite, intelligent, bilingual, a christian and forgiving.

We are taking lessons from him on how to love unconditionally.

A story from Luisa about Blacky
posted 07/16/2010

My dog Blacky is almost identical to Marley! Every morning she pulls me across the park on our morning walk. She is a female black Labrador retriever with a white diomond on her chest. Although she sometimes a pain I still love her.

A story from Kirsten about Jack
posted 07/15/2010

Jack is my Lab mix. He acts just like Marley,eats every thing,always hungry,and likes to hump poodles. Some times I even call him Marly. One night I found him trying to eat a a chair leg. He can drive me crazy sometimes but I still love him. Needless to say we don't keep him in the house any more.

A story from Natalie Duncan about Lillie
posted 07/06/2010

My Dog Lillie is as crazzy! as Marley. she will eat anything like Marley. but the weirdest thing of all is my dog Lillie hump,s me it is really really weird. but that,s not it once she ate a wire and it made my anut,s cable go off then my dog Lillie ate my sister,s big duck. my sister gavie my dog my favorite littleest pet shop and it made me made when she shoew me it. now I have to buy a arther one. And my dog seen a frog and her mouth fomed up hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! the first time I got my dog Lillie she was so small and she was so cute she look like a little frog but now she is big and sitll cute oh when she was a pup she like to run off and now that she is big she dose not run off.But she is my friend and I love her veary much. oh and she like,s to run in the house.When it rains she like,s to hide undre the house or in her dog house. oh she likes to chase bugs and eat bugs. and when I hide my face on the flooer I woulde turn my face the oppitest way and she woulde litked my face. and she love,s me and I love her to and thre is some miss spell words oh Marley and me is veary funny and veary sad the end.

A story from mathusha about mathusha
posted 07/06/2010

A story from Ana about Luna
posted 07/05/2010

Hello! I'm a Portuguese citizen and I speak from my dog Luna and her book. She's the best thing that happened to me and although it is not so "batty" as Marley is very "glutton." When I read your book for the first time, I was amazed, then, is a book about the true meaning of "dog". The first pages were crying, laughing, but ... the latest ... I tell him that I cried so much that I was up all night wondering if this happened to my puppy. She is 5 months old and is a cocker spaniel, also a hunting dog. I loved his words in saying that "though Marley is the world's worst dog, it was he who accompanied me over the years, he caught mine, and my wife's years of glory" and also said that he loved "When he came home and Marley came to receive it by licking it all." Do not want to imagine how to lose a dog, because only by what happened with the book I started to cry a lot. Thank you for having written a book as good ...

A story from imogen about jake
posted 07/04/2010

the most funniest thing happend jake ran madly ran on to a beach in mallorca ran strait in the sea stayed for an hour in there came out shaked and got as much people wet as he could but the funniest thing was he licked someone and they all blamed it on them even i did for a joke

A story from Mina about Cocoa
posted 07/03/2010

Your story made me laugh hysterically and cry my eyes out! Marley reminds me so much of my lab, Cocoa. The jumping up and down at the window and destroying the blinds... oh my! Classic Cocoa! One time, a woman was walking her dog past our house and Cocoa's head busted out of one of the window panes! When I got home and felt a breeze coming in from outside, I realized he'd broken the window! The neighbor later let me in on what had happened! The amount of times I fell walking Cocoa? Countless! I even ended up hospitalized once with internal bleeding from a fall!! Then, when I called Lab Rescue to come get him, I broke down in tears and told them I would never give him up and to forgive me for having called them. I just couldn't. He's my family and absolutely lives and breathes for me! We call him stalker dog because he just wants to be with me always! He's my constant shadow and I wouldn't have it any other way. So, thank you for your heartfelt story. I can relate greatly with you and your family. : )

A story from Ben about Jake
posted 07/02/2010

I rescued Jake in 2005 when he was aged 2. He had been in care all of that time and his behaviour was the worst I had seen becaue of it. Over a few months - with the right partnership that we formed his intelligent, devoted and gentle nature shone through. He asks me for cuddles and has been there for me when no one else has. Marley and Me is a great story and the only one that has ever caused me to show certain emotions (Im a big butch guy you see:) Anyway, thanks for writing the best story I have ever read and for sharing what was clearly a great dog. Jake also sends his love, whilst he is lying accross my feet snoring!

A story from Thomas about Major
posted 06/30/2010

He is fun and loveable all at the same time.

A story from hrbin about daisy
posted 06/30/2010

daisy is a little shit tzu puppy. she is 1 year and was born in the middle of march.

A story from Carla about Bambam
posted 06/27/2010

I discovered that my dog is a stray dog, but he has bred, he is a Brazilian race it is araça, discovered a month ago, but had no internet to talk about the news as this is my third message talking about Bambam, John Grogan, I loved your book Marley & Me, I read a couple of times and watched the movie about 2 times, very cool. Kisses and hugs for your whole family.

A story from Emilie Lewis about ATLAS
posted 06/25/2010

Me and Atlas were playing in the park, we were playing fetch. I accidentally threw the ball onto the driveway, and of course, Atlas wanted to go get it, but a car came at the same time, and knocked him unconscious, I was really worried, and ran to Mom and Dad. They called the local pet center. They picked him up on a stretcher. I was really scared he wouldn't wake up. But what luck I had! A week later, the vet called my family (Lewis) and told them: "Hello?" Was my dad's voice. "Hi, Mr. Lewis. It is the local vet. I have news about Atlas, your dog!" "REALLY?!" The whole family crowded around the phone to hear. "Don't worry, it is a good news, Atlas has recovered from the bump. He has still a sore spot on his head, where we operated him. It will heal in about a weeks time. Pick him up at 4:00 pm!" 4:00 PM?! In 15 minutes?! Fine. We went. Atlas was still sleeping, from the operation. He woke up on a cozy blanket. I will never forget this heartwretching story!!!! <3 Love, Emilie Lewis :)

A story from Tricia Murphy, UK about Lucky the Black Labrador Retriever
posted 06/23/2010

Lucky came to us second-hand but from a good home. His owner was about to have her second baby and didn't think she could cope with "three infants" - he was just over a year old.

So he joined our family and became our third child, growing up alongside my eight year old son and five year old daughter who both idolised him.

During his long life with us, we shared many happy; funny and sometimes downright scary experiences with him. We called him stupid - but in the nicest possible way. He had this single-mindedness that created many an uneccesaryly hair-raising situation.

One such occasion was when we nearly lost him on a holiday in Devon. We were walking along the beach when someone tossed a stone into the sea. That was it! Lucky threw himself bodily into the waves and paddling furiously set forth, eyes fixed firmly ahead, convinced the stone was his for the taking. Unfortunately the next stop was France! Some kind swimmer shouted to us: Would we like him to go after the dog and turn him round as he was getting dangerously out of his depth! Would we?!! That was definitely one of Lucky's Nine Lives used up!

By the time he died there was just my daughter and me. My son was in the Forces and my husband and I divorced. So it was with the heaviest of hearts that we agree to have him put to sleep after he suffered a massive stroke - he was nearly 14. As he drifted away, I cried and the nurse cried. My daughter waited outside having said her goodbyes. A huge void opened up in our lives. But Lucky was not finished with us yet!

We agreed to an expensive cremation and he was returned to us in a beautiful silver box with pink ribbon and roses on the outside. My daughter and I, with great reverence and solemnity, took the precious ashes into the garden to the spot we had earmarked as his final resting place. It was June and we had had little rain. As in "Marley and Me" we found it difficult to dig deep enough to accommodate the box of ashes. What started out as a reverential ceremony turned into a grabbing of the shovel and: Hear let me have a go! Unable to get the rock hard ground to yield anymore, we reluctantly decided to discard the beautiful box and ribbons. They sat forlornly on the grass as we were now left with Lucky's ashes in a dull plastic bag. It was a little unnerving as it felt as if he was now watching our pathetic efforts to bury him. But still we could not fit the bag into the measley hole we had dug. With a final curse of exasperation we opened the plastic bag and tipped the ashes into the hole and planted the rose bush Peace - bought for the occasion - on top. Solemnity restored, we said a few words and left Lucky in Peace, hoping that next year the rose bush would provide us with some happy memories.

Three months later on September 19th, which was the day before my daughter's auspicious 18th Birthday, I parked the car on the driveway and lifted the latch of the back gate to carry my shopping up the garden path and into the house. I was brought to an abrupt halt when I noticed Lucky's Rose Bush. One solitary but perfectly formed rose bud stood out from all the greenery.

Astonished, I fetched some scissors and cut the long stem of the rose off and, taking it indoors, put it into a single-rose vase. Not knowing if it would flourish, I didn't say anything to my daughter. But the next morning -her 18th birthday - she came down to a beautiful fully-opened pink rose throwing out a magnificent scented perfume. "Happy Birthday" from Lucky!

That was sixteen years ago and we still talk about him to this day. It was devastating to lose him but as my very wise daughter pointed out at the time: He had a wonderful long life and was greatly loved. What was there to regret?

A story from Jamie about Kiesha
posted 06/17/2010

Ahhh memories of my first Rottweiler. Gosh, she was a monster of a dog. She refused to potty train til well over a year, you couldnt keep her confined, yet you couldnt let her be loose, she ate many trims off of many doors. She did calm after age 2, thank God! :) Kiesha was a friend to all, dogs, cats, kids, rabbits, you name it, she loved it. She loved to think of herself as a lap dog, same size as her friend, a Jack Russell. Those two would rip and rore around the horse farm until they collapsed. One of my fondest memories was when she was aproximately a year old, she went to get shavings (for the stalls) with my friend in his big F250. That dog LAYED on his lap, and in turn, would consistantly beep the horn. he was laughing still when they returned from their, what he called, adventure in shavings. That dog was a joy, pure, gorgeous, true joy. I lost her to bone cancer at only age 9. I couldnt bring her into the vet clinic, and she was unable to walk. So I drove my truck over a curb, and we spent her final hour at a park, along a river, just snuggling and crying together. I knew she wasnt ready to go, but her body wouldnt let her stay. I loaded her fat 130# body back into the jeep and we put her down in the backseat, where she loved to be. God I miss her! I miss that tongue, I miss that spirit, and mostly, I miss how she would gross people out by cleaning toe jam. YUM! :) I miss you fattie! I cant wait to see you again. All my love, momma...

A story from Jamie about Roger
posted 06/17/2010

Roger was originally a foster dog of mine, my first Wire Fox Terrier. And a true Terror he was. He would fight Male dog larger than he, anytime any day...which is fun for a foster mom. :) Roger would NOT be crated, similiar to Marley, he would scar and bloody himself to escape. Luckily he just said Hey, I lived in a crate at that horrible puppy mill...I wont do it anymore. And never once did he ruin anything in my home (thank goodess) other than marking - if another male dog was in 50ft of the house...he marked every corner he could. I tried to adopt him out and he refused! turned into evil dog from hell, bit an owner, climbed fences, etc. He would NOT be without me. From that day when I decided Id keep him as my own, he was my cherished sidekick. small enough to sit in my lap in the car, and go everywhere with me...even to work. He died after a vet botched his dental, and I will never ever ever forgive the vet, nor will I ever ever forget my little Roger Dodger. My little man forever. Tribute on our rescue site: http://www.apbpets.com/roger.htm

He is forever in my heart. I have have many Wires since, but this lil man is truly one of a kind. I'll miss him forever. It hurts my heart to think of the little things that Im letting slip from my memory.

A story from Chloe about Lobo
posted 06/12/2010

Lobo, He is the best dog ever I got him 1 year ago. He has been a star ever since. He is an AMAZING dog too have and I'm very lucky too have a Siberian Huskie. Lobo has a long life left & I will take that opertunity too spend time with him and take care of him & always look out for him and make sure hes okay!! Lobo is the most lovely dog ever! And I am Hourned too have him :) x

A story from JOhn BAXter about tiffany
posted 06/10/2010

Last week my girl dog tiffany got rooted by a camel and gave birth to a turkey. then the camel rooted the turkey and gave birth to a vomit

A story from Peggy Alvey about Marley
posted 05/31/2010

My husband and I got Marley about 2 months ago after we saw the movie and we loved it. We walked Marley around the neighborhood and as we walk by, everybody says " Hi Marley, everyone know and loves Marley and so do we and he acts like the REAL Marley, but we still loves him very much! He even looks like the Real Marley and I hope that you got the picture I sent! I hope that I will meet you someday!