While Dee Dee the Wonder Dog could keep a full-time publicist busy doing damage control, she's inadvertently stumbled into a pot of gold. Movie gold. Also known as Marley and Me. All of a sudden, it's become quite chic to have a completely out of control 500 pound Lab. Trust me on this. I'm living proof.
I think it's fair to say that there are a lot of people going to see the movie who didn't read the book. I'm the opposite, although I'd like to see the movie at some point. And I don't know if they cleaned up Marley's behavior in the film, but in the book he was a real piece of work. In the book he listened to no one and took no prisoners. In the book...he reminded me a lot of Dee Dee. A four legged shark who chewed, inhaled and destroyed everything in his path.
Up until the movie came out, most people had the same response when they heard how my ankle got broken, and it was usually some variation on what did I do to the dog afterwards? Now the questioners look at me with this goofy expression on their faces and say, "Oh! Was it a Lab?"and when I allow that yes, it was, they invariably say, "Oh! How cute."
Cute, my ankle. And other parts of my body, too. Tonight as I crawled up the stairs after work (two days down, one to go. Friday I rejoin the land of the living), I noticed that she had made giant strides on her favorite chew toy - the upstairs sofa. Then I walked into my bedroom to find that someone who shall remain nameless dragged all the blankets off my bed onto the floor and then kicked a tear in my California King fitted sheet (ka-ching!!) from the head of the bed to the foot. I'll let you imagine the next five minutes in your heads. Can we just say that it wasn't pretty?
But I suppose if there was hope for Marley, there's hope for Dee Dee. Maybe I could hire her out to the movies. I hear they're in production for Jaws 17 now.
She'd be a natural.