When I was five, I saw this film for the first time in summer school. I was entranced by the place (France). But it was Clown, the black and white dog belonging to the boy in the story, who held my attention. I so wanted a dog like Clown, or any dog, for that matter. My aunt says I never met a dog I didn’t like.
Things haven’t changed. I still want a dog so much! Everyone around me says it wouldn’t be a good idea, but I beg to differ. Maybe one day soon…
Anyway, by the time this was over, I had the biggest lump in my throat and I felt near tears. I couldn’t understand why my throat hurt.
I saw the show one or two more times in my elementary school years. My reaction was always the same. I know the movie imparted many life lessons, but even now, I don’t think I could make the choice that the boy did.
Even so, enjoy it. The story is very lovely, and moving.
This stock photo of a shih tzu is the best one I could find that reminds me of Clown:
Carrie's Animal Kingdom 