Mo And Me

I need to have a "widdle tawk" (as Luke would say) with the advertising group what dubbed Marly and Me a "fun family film!"

Are you frickin' kidding me?

Has anyone seen this movie? Spoiler alert:

It is great, but do we really need 45 minutes of the dog dying? Seriously. I was a sobbing, blubbering mess. Jason had to get up and LEAVE THE ROOM he was crying so bad. We were both so emotionally drained after watching that we pretty much just snacked at dinner and put everyone to bed by 7pm. Then poor Jas sat there and re-told me the story of when his beloved childhood dog, Tex passed away and how eerily similar it was to the movie. Many more tears. Jason and I weren't dating when that happened, but we still talked alot- he had called me that night and it was the first time I had ever heard him cry.

Needless to say, last night we hugged our sweet Mo, let him lay up on the pillow with us in bed. Olivia topped his dog bowl off this morning with a little bone dog treat. "An 'Olivia Special' just for you, Mosers!" He is in the living room as we speak, smacking the fireplace poker set and then chasing the light reflections around the room like a crazy person. The clanging is like Chinese Water Toture, but have I gone in there and yelled at him to stop? NO. Because I think for the next day or so, Mo is king around here. He's such a pain in the ass, but he's also such a sweet part of our family. Just the thought of loosing Romo is too hard to think about...

So here's to you, Romo Dog. Mo. Mosers. Moey.

We love you. Pain in the ass and all.