Did you know that Animal Planet has a show where they let a dog choose its home? In a radical step forward for animal rights, an animal lady brings the dog to three potential owners (if they can even be called that in the context of this show) and lets the dog sleep over for one night. Then a panel of three dog people comments on how good or bad the families were in relation to the dog, and chooses the dog’s permanent and contractually binding home. It’s the reverse of going to the pound! Why don’t they just put the humans in cages and bring the dog around to look at them?
In all seriousness, why would anyone go on this show? Has our lust to be on TV, even low-end basic-cable TV, become so ravenous that we would allow a panel of three people with foreign accents judge the way we interact with a dog we just met? Wouldn’t it just be easier to just go to the pound and pick up one of those lovable disadvantaged puppies? How come every single thing I see on television these days brings up so many questions? Is it just me, or has the world gone insane? Dogs choosing people? What’s next — cats being useful? Come on!
And if you think this post was written just so I could take an unprovoked swipe at cats, you might just be right.
The program: Who Gets the Dog
Two words: writers’ strike.
Well, I guess it was to be expected…