. . . Owning A

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.

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.

Such Short Little Lives Our Pets Have To Spend With Us, And They Spend Most Of It Waiting For Us To Come Home Each Day.

Dogs Are Great. Bad Dogs, If You Can Really Call Them That, Are Perhaps The Greatest Of Them All.

In A World Of Bosses, You Are Your Own Master