Short story based on music video “Wild One” of DJs Lucky Rose and Tep No.
It’s difficult to tame a wild one. They all want one, until they actually have one. Then it blows up in their faces. You simply can’t tame the one thing that is too afraid to be caged. It will kick and scream, yell and spit, punch and hit you, right where it hurts. Whatever needs to be done to avoid entering the cage. Most of them keep trying anyway. But not much so with him. He lets me be. We can go for these long, quiet walks in the woods. And he’ll curiously jump and run around like mad, in some kind of childlike overexcitement. But he’s got his eye on me though. Follows me around. And even when I feel alone, I just look about, and guess who’s still around. He’s just as wild as me, exploring all them different corners ferociously. But sometimes I do keep him on a leash … Like when he’s been naughty, screwing up my carefully constructed territory. That much curiosity should sometimes be restrained. But the cuddles, well, they’re the best. His soft skin complements my firm face. And he’s so cute when he sleeps. And he’s strong. And protective of me. He’ll save me from anything, if necessary, though he knows I can take perfect care of my own. And when I dance the night away, he doesn’t care whether or not I’m drunk. Doesn’t feel the need to show the dance floor the two of us belong. He knows I am the loyal kind. He knows that I know that he’s around. Honestly, all the times I went out without him, it felt like I had left some kind of important piece of myself behind. So really, … who needs a man when you’ve got a dog?
Director of music video: Not mentioned anywhere – ? UltraMusic