I hate dog movies. In dog movies, the good, loyal, lovable dog always dies at the end, and I end up sitting there in the dark with big tears streaming down my cheeks.
It was that way with “Old Yeller.” It was that way with “Marley and Me.” It was that way with “My Dog Skip,” which I saw on an airplane flying to Los Angeles. The entire cabin was beside itself with grief.
No dog movies for me. Especially now that I have said goodbye to my canine pal of the last 14 years, my Cookie.