Friday, February 08, 2013

Jessica Rabbit

 One of my all time favorite lines from a movie is the line from Who Framed Roger Rabbit, courtesy of Roger's wife, "I'm not bad. I'm just drawn that way."

When it comes down to it, Roger's wife, Jessica Rabbit, is one of the heroes of Rogers's story. She has long been a favorite character of mine, the whys of which probably require more introspection than is appropriate for this forum. Because certainly after this loong silence, you didn't check in on this neglected blog for psychoanalytical analysis of the author. 

The rescue business had been backburnered a bit, as the rescuers have all seemed to need more rescuing of themselves for a spell. Again, not something we will go into here and now.

One thing that happens when you have a distinguishable breed of animal in your life is that you come to be associated with that breed. When people see an animal of that breed, they think about you. They talk about you. And when a message begins to circulate in cyberspace about a needy animal of that breed in your proximity, the message gets forwarded to you.

Rescue is probably what Lewis Carroll had in mind when he wrote Through the Looking Glass. Nothing is ever as it seems. You get a message about a two-year-old, Deaf, blind, sterile Dane, and then find yourself walking away with what looks more like a one-year-old, recently whelped, Deaf, low-vision bundle of energy that had been tied up in the corner of someone's living room. Please do go back and read that last part. Let me help: tied up in the corner of someone's living room. 

And having been out of the game for a while, you are full of self-doubt and recriminations. Your thinking moves from, "can we do right by this girl?" to "Hell, we have nowhere to go but up with this girl." She playfully terrorizes the tranquility of your home. She noses across every horizontal surface in the house. She clears the table with her ebullient tail. She drags out every toy from the dog toy box. She is allowed off leash and she runs and runs and runs. And then, she finds her warm spot to land. And you think to yourself, "I don't think she's bad. She might just be drawn that way."

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