The Worst Kind of Movie

Last night I made a judgment error. J & I decided to watch a movie. We had three choices. "Marley & Me?", he asked.

Sure. Why not?

Now, in retrospect, I can tell you exactly "Why Not" and perhaps you can save yourself from emotional turmoil. (BTW, if you have not seen this movie and want to be unpleasantly surprised, you may want to move on to the next post.)

I should have looked up the ending online before I agreed to spend two hours becoming attached to a dog in a movie.

Then, the dog dies.

I hate movies with dying dogs. Eight Below - WORST MOVIE EVER. Old Yeller - Not for me.

Did you see A Time to Kill? Remember the part where the dog may or may not have been a victim of the fire? When that dog showed up on the screen again, my heart jumped a little.

I really, really hate it when a movie makes me cry. It makes me feel like a complete idiot. "Come ON," I tell myself. "It's a movie. NOT REAL LIFE WITH PEOPLE I KNOW."