So, here's what you people (and by "you people" I actually mean "everyone who isn't me") should know about me. I'm a dog person. I am also a cat person, but that is another post entirely.
No, I don't mean that I am Chaney-esque monster. I mean I like dogs. Actually, I love dogs. I love dogs so much. "How much?" you ask?
I had never cried at a movie until I watched
Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey when I was ten. As far as I can recall, I have yet to cry at a movie since.
There are some human stories that get me right in the way deep downs, but for some reason they just don't effect me like stories about dogs. When a human story pisses me off, I sometimes point at the screen and gripe. When a dog story pisses me off, I get sick to my stomach and start devising plans to locate and injure the writer. And sometimes the director.
Okay, I know that the dogs in the movies don't really die. And I know that all dogs go to heaven (a nice farm in the country). Still, I can't take it when I watch movies in which dogs get hurt.
All I'm really saying is that I just watched
Eight Below, and my universe has been fractured in a way that only focused violence can mend.
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