Marley: A Dog Like No Other

Marley: A Dog Like No Other
John Grogan

A heart-warming story about the World’s Worst Dog, adapted from John Grogan’s phenomenally bestselling memoir, Marley and Me.Meet Marley, a yellow furball of a puppy who quickly grows into a large, rowdy Labrador retriever. Marley is always getting into trouble, whether he is stealing underwear, crashing through doors, or drooling on guests, some may say he’s the World’s Worst Dog!But those who know and love Marley accept him as a dog like no other. His heart is pure and his larger-than-life personality irresistible. He brings joy to his family, the Grogans, and teaches them what really matters in life.

MARLEY

A dog like no other

JOHN GROGAN

INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLING AUTHOR

To Ruth Howard Grogan,

who taught me the joy of a good story well told.

Contents

Preface The Perfect Dog (#u64f9d514-4751-5f8d-a543-0c1c3f7f45c2)

Chapter 1 And Puppy Makes Three (#u6c350a54-4c1e-521a-9cdc-bd18eb76eec2)

Chapter 2 Homeward Bound (#u3ef798d2-8d64-54b3-ad2a-0abb0c288176)

Chapter 3 Mr Wiggles (#u9eb29038-5cc3-5472-abf3-9907244d4c44)

Chapter 4 Master and Beast (#ue869aa65-14f1-5d0e-afbe-d820f6e2401b)

Chapter 5 A Battle of Wills (#ue18304f0-48fe-56c2-8de8-d8eed829b870)

Chapter 6 The Great Escape (#u7f4270bc-cfda-5c60-9c5f-8930f8d700cd)

Chapter 7 The Things He Ate (#u820ab6d5-0b39-52cf-8767-5e13bc027dcf)

Chapter 8 The Dog’s Got to Go (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 9 The Final Round (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 10 The Audition (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 11 Take Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 12 Jail Break (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 13 Dinnertime! (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 14 Lightning Strikes (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 15 Dog Beach (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 16 A Northbound Plane (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 17 In the Land of Pencils (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 18 Poultry on Parade (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 19 The Potty Room (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 20 Beating the Odds (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 21 Borrowed Time (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 22 The Big Meadow (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 23 Beneath the Cherry Trees (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 24 Lucky (#litres_trial_promo)

Preface (#ue354eabb-2d76-556d-bc85-bb2c87b80dcb)

The Perfect Dog (#ue354eabb-2d76-556d-bc85-bb2c87b80dcb)

When I was ten years old, my father caved in to my pleas and took me to get my own dog. Together we drove in the family station wagon far into the Michigan countryside.

We stopped at a farm run by a woman and her ancient mother. The farm didn’t grow wheat or corn. It didn’t even have cows or horses. It had just one thing – dogs. Dogs of every size and shape and age and temperament. They had only two things in common: each was a mongrel, and each was free to a good home.

“Now, take your time, son,” Dad said. “Your decision today is going to be with you for many years to come.”

I quickly decided the older dogs were not for me and raced to the puppy cage. “You want to pick one that’s not timid,” my father coached. “Try rattling the cage and see which ones aren’t afraid.”

I grabbed the chain-link gate and yanked on it with a loud clang. There were about a dozen puppies. They reeled backwards, collapsing on top of one another in a squiggling heap of fur. Just one remained. He was gold with a white blaze on his chest, and he charged the gate, yapping fearlessly. He jumped up and excitedly licked my fingers through the fencing. It was love at first sight.

I brought him home in a cardboard box and named him Shaun. He was one of those dogs that give dogs a good name. He mastered every command I taught him and was naturally well behaved. I could drop a crust on the floor and he would not touch it until I said it was OK. When I called, he came. When I told him to stay, he stayed. We could let him out by himself at night, knowing he would be back after making his rounds. We could leave him alone in the house for hours, confident that he wouldn’t have an accident or disturb a thing. He raced cars without chasing them and walked beside me without a leash. He could dive to the bottom of our lake and emerge with rocks so big they sometimes got stuck in his jaws. He loved riding in the car. He’d sit quietly in the backseat beside me on family road trips, happy to gaze out the window as the world zoomed by.

Best of all, I trained Shaun to pull me through the neighbourhood dog-sledge style as I sat on my bicycle. My friends jealously watched as he carefully guided me down the street, never leading me into trouble.

Shaun even had the good manners to back himself into the bushes before squatting to poop. With his rear end hidden away, only his head peered out. Our lawn was safe for bare feet.

Relatives would visit for the weekend and return home determined to buy a dog of their own. They were that impressed with Shaun. Actually, I called him “Saint Shaun”. The saint part was a family joke, but we almost believed it.

Shaun had been born with a curse – no one knew who his parents were. Because his breeding was unknown, he was one of the tens of thousands of unwanted dogs in America. Yet by some stroke of good luck, he became wanted. He came into my life and I came into his. And he gave me the childhood every kid deserves.

Saint Shaun of my childhood. He was a perfect dog. At least that is how I will always remember him. It was Shaun who set the standard by which I would judge all other dogs to come.

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And Puppy Makes Three (#ue354eabb-2d76-556d-bc85-bb2c87b80dcb)

“Slow down, dingo, or you’re going to miss it,” Jenny scolded. “It should be coming up any second.” Jenny was my wife. That January evening in 1991, we were driving through inky blackness across what had once been Florida swampland. We had been married for a little over a year and decided it was time for another family member. A dog, to be exact. We were on our way to look at a litter of Labrador retrievers.