For example; has anyone seen the Disney movie, Eight Below, about the sled dogs? I had emotions like I was there with them and was down in the floor crying like a baby.
Oh, yeah, I saw that last week with my mom. When it was over, we both cried our eyes out.
(Yes, I love cats AND dogs!)
Siberian Huskies and Alaskan Malamutes are soooo beautiful. I dream one day of adopting one and naming her Sasha.
As long as I live in a condo, that would not be possible ... well, possible, but not the best environment for a big dog. She'll need lots of room to run.
AFA seeing grown men cry, I never understood what was wrong with that. Crying is an emotional release, just like laughing. I don't think any less of a man who cries; the only thing it says to me is, he's human. And we all are.
*SPOILER - IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE MOVIE YET BUT PLAN TO, PLEASE DON'T READ ANY FURTHER!*I guess the writer thought that finding most of the dogs alive would make for a happy ending. It was not. Watching those 2 dogs die and the others struggle to survive, plus how he found the one but not the other, was enough to make it a "never watch again" film.
Sandy