“And if you split up, who will take care of him?” This is the poisoned question that a friend who manages adoptions at an animal shelter asks couples who want to add a new member to their family. I don’t know what a fiction scriptwriter would think, but I see there a trigger as powerful as the “tell me what you don’t like about your body” with which each chapter of Nip/Tuck. When they have only imagined how adorable that furry one will appear on their Instagram, they receive a slap of reality. It seems like an unnecessary question, but in addition to being inevitable —only one can be legally responsible—, it puts them in contact with reality. That responsibility that is born jointly can no longer be so. Are they prepared? Surely someone is reading this next to a pet whose arrival at home they questioned and now care for alone, they may even be doing the math to pay for some disease that they didn’t even know an animal could have, and they may have all the ones that were mentioned in the House: lupus, Crohn’s, Addison’s… My cat takes Prozac, can you believe it?
I calculate what the care of the protagonist costs Colin of accounts, the loving thousand breeds that unites the main couple, and it costs me a lot. The investment in time is not trivial either. I am not going to detail it, but you will get an idea of the needs of a dog with half of its body paralyzed. In the Movistar Plus+ series that is ignored because it is not a drama of overcoming My left Footis a hilarious comedy starring a dog with an irresistible head tilt, the one that made me rewind the most because my laughter prevented me from continuing to listen since the also Australian one Deadloch (Amazon Prime Video). I like the wild humor of the antipodes. It also shares with it the astronomical chemistry between its protagonists —these are also the creators and a couple in real life; if one day they break up I don’t want to know, I’m not prepared to handle it— and a microcosm in which you want to integrate. I need to sit in that brewery and tell them my problems, hold their hand and listen to theirs, I want everything to go well for everyone, even Ashley’s disturbed mother. In its second season, the positive spirit does not wane. It is one of those series that make you feel good, 30 minutes of therapy capable of sweeping away any mental cloud. Do they ask for anything more from television in the summer? I don’t.
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