If you've ever owned a dog, especially a stubborn, vivacious, loving, insanely hungry, protective, head strong, bark-when-your-boss-calls-when-you-should-be-at-work, ruin-your-furniture, chew-the-fake-ficus-tree-knock-it-over-and-urinate-on-it, eat-sago-palm-seeds-and-poison-your-liver-3,000 dollars in blood transfusions later, consume-a-complete-bag-of-energy-bars-while-we're-at-work, expert swimming, has-more-personality-than-its-owners, beautiful, perfect one, like I do, then you owe it yourself to watch this movie. For those of you that know me and know my dog, this sums up my my wife's and my life. Based on the epic, tearful, sadness that followed this movie, you might have to commit me when the time comes to make "that" decision.
