Like me, he’s a cultured hound with a busy mental life: he knows his literature, his art history, his philosophy. Like me, he refuses to demean himself by perpetuating the stereotypes of “the good dog,” the obedient dog, the unthinking mammal.
It was actually Ol’ Blue Eyes who gave the little fluff-ball to Marilyn as a present two years before she died. Sure, I performed with Frank Sinatra Jr., but Maf, here, got to meet the Chairman of the Board himself, along with Sammy and the rest of the Rat Packers. What I wouldn’t give to have met half the folks he got to meet. His owner was no ordinary family guy, but Marilyn Monroe yes, that Marilyn Monroe, the doomed star of the silver screen, the blond bombshell and movie goddess, the woman Marx (Groucho, that is, not Karl) called “Mae West, Theda Bara and Bo-Peep all rolled into one.”
This pup scored some rave reviews in England, and no doubt about it, he has a fabulous story to tell. Because of my sterling literary credentials, I’ve been asked to review this British pooch’s new memoir: “The Life and Opinions of Maf the Dog and of His Friend Marilyn Monroe,” ghosted by this novelist guy Andrew O’Hagan. You know, the talking dog from “Family Guy”: best-selling author, actor, television writer, movie director, song-and-dance ace, civil rights crusader and, yes, animal companion.
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