Mood : Ecfuckingstatic 
... or is it Marley & I?
Either way the movie can be summed up in 3 sentences:
- They got a dog.
- The dog lived.
- The dog died.
What, again, was the point of this film? Other than wasting 800.4 MB of hard drive space until its immediate deletion as the credits started to roll... I can’t help but contemplate how and why this movie got any positive reviews from anyone over the age of 7. Or could they not get past the cuteness of the movie poster? The dog itself stopped being cute about 15 minutes into the movie, so this baffles me. Seriously. How did this piece of writing get past the “Children’s Book” stage of existence. Hollywood... you’re slipping...
So on an average Tuesday afternoon, slightly underdressed for January weather (read: wearing uggs, booty shorts and something resembling a sports bra), with a laundry basket I can barely carry, I descend down the staircase to ground level. I’m crossing my fingers, hoping that I left the laundry room door ajar. Peeking over the mound of sheets, I realize that my route is obstructed by half a dozen gentlemen with guns (now I see why puppy was barking before). Before I can begin to elicit a response, the guns are now pointed at me.. 
So I wandered over into the system properties of my iMac one day and realized that the idiot who bought me this computer got me a beautiful 20 inch display with a pathetic amount of