Gypsy, my Dalmation, was one of the smartest dogs I’ve ever had. We were so close. I got her from some friends of mine when she was 8 weeks old, drove home three hours with her in my lap the whole way. Stupid is just my way of being angry that she died, I guess. :) Stupid me for getting so attached. Had her about 10 years. She was great with the kids, just an all around good dog.
My whole crowd laughs at me—in a nice way—b/c I refuse to watch any movie in which the dog dies. That’s my main criteria for a movie—Does the dog die?
Daughter asked me one time if I wanted to watch movies with her—she was about 11 or so. I asked, “What?” She named Old Yeller, Where the Red Fern Grows, Shiloh. I replied no to each, stating my mantra—the dog dies.
She finally, hands on hips, said “How about All Dogs Go To Heaven?”
I just looked at her and rolled my eyes. “How do you think they get there?!”
Needless to say, we found something else to do!
I’m with you! Got to the point I couldn’t watch the old Lassie shows when it looked like something bad was going to happen to her.