Guilty pleasures: reality shows. Not all of them. Not even that many. Actually, just one. Dog the Bounty Hunter.
Got into it a year and a half ago. One morning, there was nothing on TV. Played remote control ping-pong, otherwise known as bouncing between channels. There it was. And I was hooked.
The first episode I viewed wasn’t even set in Hawaii (my soon to be “home”) but Colorado. It wasn’t hard to get caught up in the drama, the quest, the action. Never knew what being a bounty hunter—also known by the very cool title of fugitive recovery agent—entailed. It’s exciting, gritty, and kinda scary. Love it!
For those of you not familiar with the show, Dog--with the help of Beth, his wife, and several family members--pursues people who have broken the terms of their bail agreements.
Dog is a far cry from Stephanie Plum, Janet Evanovich’s enthusiastic and often challenged bounty hunter, whose hilarious escapades are worth following in paperback. He’s the real deal. He and the team are rough and tough, kick butt, and are decent Christians (bad-ass language aside).
I was in Hawaii the day they announced the show wouldn’t be renewed. What a downer. I’d really grown to enjoy those weekly track-and-nab-a-lawbreaker adventures. And now they were to be no more? Say it ain't so!
According to the station reporter, Dog (otherwise known as Duane Chapman) did say they’d be back. And this morning, I saw that according to CMT, they will be; a new project is in the works. Can’t wait. Make it soon!