Fridays Chat w/Vlad - June 30, 2023

Friday Chat w/ Vlad

Hey, it’s Vlad. Alright, I’m ready for my close up my fans. Can you see me? With so much going on around here, it would be easy to fade into the background which is one of the reasons I put so much effort into being extra special. The desire to not be invisible is very common. Everyone wants to be noticed, to feel relevant. This is why Yuri eats bear claws by the bushel. It would be impossible for a super sized platinum fox with sugary icing covering much of his body to go unnoticed. All of us ambassadors have this same desire but we express it in different ways. Generally in a manner less impactful to our blood glucose than Yuri. This it the art of being visible, doing so in a positive way. For instance, I can walk around here with a wad of 💩 stuck to my left temple and I will certainly get noticed, but at what cost to my reputation. If I am then interacting with someone, trying to convince them to take canid conservation seriously, all they will ever see is the guy who had a dookie on his head. By the way, I will not confirm or deny this has ever happened.

The reason it is so vital for us ambassadors to be visible is so we can share this spotlight with other canids in need, like the thousands of foxes living a bleak existence on fur farms. For some, the invisibility of these souls is advantageous and so they work hard to achieve it, with some success. Many people don’t even realize fur farms still exist, but they do. We need to make sure that these animals do not go quietly into the night, make sure they are seen. To scream it from the rooftops and shine the light of 1000 suns, as it’s been said that sunlight is the best disinfectant. Any industry so exploitive of animals certainly needs some major disinfecting.

A paradox that exists, in the desire to be visible, is everyone adopts camouflage. We try to blend in to be safe. If we were an ice cream it would be Vanilla as to not stand out. Personally, I choose Rocky Road. It’s hard to hide a marshmallow in a sea of chocolate, and shards of crushed nuts in smooth ice cream, may perforate a palate or two, but it’s just the price you pay to be seen. See me?

Vlad out.