I’ve been watching a lot of dog videos these days. Rescue dog videos. There are a ton of them on-line. I usually go the The Dodo (“For animal people”). They post their videos on Facebook, too. These videos are great. For one thing, they usually aren’t longer than five minutes. Second, they always have happy endings. Someone is driving along, for example, and they see a dog walking by the side of the road. The person stops their car, gets out, and approaches the dog
Sometimes the story is told with subtitles. As the person walks toward the dog, words appear on the screen over the action, some of which are usually highlighted, “This man is trying to catch the dog and bring him somewhere safe. But the dog is a bit skittish.”
The man patiently tries to get the dog to come to him. He throws some snacks to the dog who takes them, but then the skittish dog usually backs away. “The man is taking his time earning the dog’s trust,” the story continues. It’s not working.
“The man eventually decides to use a trap.” Apparently, he had one with him. The dog follows the food trail into the trap and — bingo! The gate closes. The man takes the caged dog and puts him in the back of his car. “He’s taking him to the vet.”
Cut to: The doctor checking the dog. Then cut to: giving the dog a bath (woeful look). Then cut to: feeding him (he’s ravenous). Then cut to: the dog, looking terrific, now in a real home with two cats, who accept him. The dog is incredibly fit and healthy, and smiling. His old frightened hungry self is gone forever.
Sometimes the dog that is rescued is in horrendous shape. Some of the commentary in those cases is highly dramatic. “We couldn’t believe a dog this emaciated was still alive. “We weren’t sure this dog would survive.”
But they always do. They’re given care, food, love. They change from skeletal, cowering animals to romping, hearty, loving dogs who seem to have forgotten every bad thing that ever happened to them. The dogs aren’t always young, either. Sometimes they’re old with rheumy eyes and white muzzles, and they hobble. Like me. Yet, someone always comes and takes them.
I love watching these videos.
But I realized there is another reason I like watching these videos so much and why I am so deeply moved by them.
I want to be rescued.
I want someone to find me on the side of the metaphorical road, trembling and hungry, skittish and fearful — as I am. I want someone to earn my trust, then for me to return that trust. I admit that I have a big problem there. Then to take me home, to care for me, to nurse me back to emotional health, and to help me the person I was meant to be.
Well, why not?
I have thought about actually putting myself on the side of the road, just lying there, shaking, skinny and dirty, waiting for someone to rescue me.
So if you do see me by the side of the road, please don’t drive by. Stop. Rescue me. I’m just looking for love and a good home. And I’m housebroken.