I’ll admit it: I’m a sucker for those animal cop shows on Animal Planet.  I stopped dead in my tracks while channel surfing one evening a few months ago because this beefy uniformed guy with tats and a shaved head caught my eye.  (Go ahead, call me shallow.)  Turns out it was Officer Gary Boyette of the Miami Dade County Animal Services Unit, a hot bear of a man who—amazingly—has damn few photos on the internets.  (This is me frowning.)

While it was the hot menz who drew me in, it was the stories themselves that kept me coming back for more.  And I think I finally figured out what spiritual need watching these shows fulfills for me. Because of the state of the world these days and the utter stupid displayed by so many of my fellow humans, I find myself constantly needing to battle back a lack of faith in humanity. And while the beginning of each show—whether it’s Miami Animal Police, Animal Cops Houston (Detroit, San Francisco, or whatever)—tends to reinforce my belief that the vast majority of people out there are about as human and caring as pond scum, as the episodes unfold and I watch all these other people work their asses off to rescue, rehabilitate, care for and find homes for the neglected and abused animals they document, it brightens my disposition immensely and begins to renew my faith in humanity. I even find myself shedding a tear now and then because that glimpse of hope for humanity can be so amazingly bright. It’s equally remarkable to watch an animal who has just been liberated from some of the absolutely horrific conditions showcased on these programs light up and begin to play.

And of course it doesn’t hurt that some of big muscled animal control officers are damn hot, too.  woof.