My Favorite Movie - Not What You Think

In addition to my favorite songs, which I wrote about below, I need to correct the record about my favorite movie. No, it's decidedly not  Air Bud or Marley and Me, and it's not K-9 (clever title, though) or Turner and Hooch. And it's definitely not Lassie or Benji, and absolutely not 101 Dalmatians.

I consider those all to be dog and pony shows. Not true art.

I fancy myself a connoisseur of canine film. Give me dramatic stories, about the characters struggling for life and death, trying to make sense of this doggone world. Or an adventure about someone doggedly pursuing a quest.

So I've been pawing through lots of great movies. I tried a bio-pic of Darwin, because I heard there was a Beagle in it. I've looked at the film Grease, because I was told there was Elvis' Hound-Dog in it (did you know that "Brandeis University professor Stephen J. Whitefield, in his 2001 book, In Search of American Jewish Culture, regards "Hound Dog" as significant, as it 'marked the success of race-mixing in music a year before the desegregation of public schools was mandated' in Brown v. Board of Education." - look it up).

Nope, my favorite movie is this:

(At least I think it is. What does a dog have to do to watch a movie, anyway?)