I do not own Marley and Me. Marley and Me belongs to John Grogan. Please don't sue!
I opened the door.
The couch is shredded, the screen is gone
Marley was here.
Where is that dog, anyway?
I find him in his bed, whining.
His eyes pleading me to let him off the hook.
I bring him out to the living room.
"See this, Marley?
Look what you've done!"
And yet, I don't punish him.
We sit here in the destroyed room.
This is Marley's legacy, these lost objects.
Why should I deny him that?
For the dog is a million times more valuable than these destroyed artifacts.
No matter what.