Warning: spoiler alert, though, come on, it’s obvious.
On Christmas afternoon, I went to see Marley & Me, the screen adaptation of John Grogan‘s memoir about his insane yellow lab and his life as a journalist. I loved the book, loved the writing, loved his dog (because I love mine.)
But, as I watched, I got stuck on something non-doggish. Grogan, who started as a reporter, was soon pigeonholed as a columnist – because he was really good at it. And, it, in this case was humorously documenting his life, his dog, his family and his community on a ongoing, regular basis to a wide, growing and devoted audience.
At one point, he left his column to try to be a reporter, again. But, he couldn’t take himself out of his articles. He pitched a column again. At home, he had an album full of his columns, cut out from the paper and pasted in…
And all I could think about was that he was a born blogger.
Ninety-nine percent of my tears were because the dog died (that’s the spoiler, but not really, it’s obvious and was in the book). There were so many tears because I’ve lost a yellow lab and it was like losing an arm – and because I do my best crying during movies.
The remaining percent of the tears goes to the tragedy of John Grogan not having a blog during the beginning of his journey as a writer. Let me repub this part:
Humorously documenting his life, his dog, his family and his community on a ongoing, regular basis to a wide, growing and devoted audience.
Thankfully, blogs were eventually created…thankfully, John Grogan has his own blog today. I came right home to find it, and I was correct: he’s really good at it.