Marley and Me’s Opening

“In the summer of 1967, when I was ten years old, my father caved in to my persistent pleas and took me to get my own dog.  Together we drove in the family station wagon far into the Michigan countryside to a farm run by a rough-hewn woman and her ancient mother.  The farm produced just one commodity- dogs. Dogs of every imaginable size and shape and age and temperament.  They had only two things in common: each was a mongrel of unknown and indistinct ancestry, and each was free to a good home.  We were at a mutt ranch.”

Marley and Me by Josh Grogan

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