Review of My Dog Skip (2000) by Mila L — 16 Nov 2009

If you have ever owned a dog at some point in your life, loved it, grew with it, learned things about yourself from the experiance, you can't help but fall in love with this movie. Especially if you watched that dog, that part of you, die.

"Old Skip was 11, and feeble with arthritis, but he never lost that old devilish look in his eye. He made my room his own. Came across an old photo of him not long ago. His little face, with the long snout sniffing at something in the air.

His tail was straight out and pointing. Eyes were flashing in some momentary excitement. He always loved to be rubbed on the back of his neck. And when I did it, he'd yawn, and he'd stretch, reach out to me with his paws as if he was trying to embrace me.

I recieved a trans-atlantic call one day. "Skip died", Daddy said. He and my mama wrapped him him my baseball jacket. They buried him out under the elm tree, they said. That wasn't totally true.

For he really lay buried in my heart. " I deeply Recommend this.