lady and the tramp...

I have always loved animals, even as a small child. In fact, I especially loved them when I was little. I wanted to have so many pets, but like most children, I really wanted a dog. Now that I’m older and we actually have dogs, I don’t like them as much. I don’t like all the things that I did as a child.

      Honestly, I don’t frequently partake in any movie or television watching anymore, but as a very young child, doing so was one my favored methods of entertainment. Basically, my sister and I both went through a phase, around the age of three, in which there was one movie that we insisted on watching every single day. My sister’s favorite was Finding Nemo. I liked this movie, but probably because I was seven, it bored me after the first couple of days. However, when I was three, my favorite movie was Lady and the Tramp. Now, I don’t have the faintest idea how I could have wanted to watch it everyday. I mean, after I had the storyline memorized wouldn’t the repetition become tiresome? Obviously not. Apparently, I was too easily amused.

Knowing the chronological order of every event that was to happen in the 76-minute movie gave me the advantage of expecting climax. My parents have told me about my frantic reactions to the pinnacle of the movie. “The rat, the baby, the rat, the baby!” I would shout at the television screen, wide-eyed, waiting for Tramp to become the impending hero and rescue the helpless little child. Still, after the movie was over, and I had pondered the intricacies of cinema, I would insist, the next day, on watching it again! 

Why did I like this movie so much? Perhaps being the point of maximum excitement, the thrill brought me joy. Or perhaps being an animal-loving girl,  I just loved the idea that dogs could understand humans and even protect them, just like a friend. Perhaps this movie made me believe, at the naive age of three, that I could talk to dogs and have one without having to take much care of it. I mean, if I could just tell it to go feed itself, what was the hard part?

Now, I’m sure Lady and The Tramp was  the root of my “can-I-have-a-dog-PLEASE” stage. 

-kw