I just finished reading "Marley & Me" which has been on the bestseller list for so many weeks, I couldn't put it on hold at the library so I had to buy it at Target. I didn't think it was the most fantastic dog story, in fact, it was kind of a typical dog story, and the guy writes like many newspaper columnists do, padding things out to get his word allotment in, but still, I cried like everyone else when the fetus died, the dog died, etc. And yes, living with pets make us all better people. (Except for all the bad people who don't get their pets fixed!)
I've got laughs and cries in my book, too. I need to find an agent! I went on the Internet to see how much money this guy made, and it's quite a bit. Even 10 percent of what he's making would solve all my current problems. And I even have a new chapter, because I just got Cat No. 8, which I will write about soon. This photo is of Cat No. 8's son, Sulu, who is actually Cat. No. 6.
I am so pathetic.
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