

Does it make sense that the dogs can talk but the cats and chicken can’t? Or that the dogs can operate complex machinery without opposable thumbs? Or that Marshall the Dalmatian personally carries on his body at all times an apparently inexhaustible supply of water? No - but cartoons don’t have to make sense. It’s not the logic of Paw Patrol that bothers me. And so the JV superheroes made their maniacal entrance into our lives, wrapped in a whirlwind of strobe lights and talking dogs and bowling-pin sound effects. Then we entered the uneasy in-between years when the boys no longer tolerated Elmo but weren’t yet ready for superheroes who murder murderers. We started them on our nostalgic favorites - Sesame Street and Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood (a spinoff of Mister Rogers’) - and were pleasantly surprised that these shows came across as funny, caring, and true.
#CHASE PAW PATROL CANCELLED FULL#
For the second, we almost made it a full six weeks. My wife and I did our best to shield our sons, now 4 and 6 years old, from screen time for as long as possible. For the first kid, that meant no TV for two years. Otherwise, Paw Patrol is a moral and aesthetic catastrophe. First, the honorable mayor of Adventure Bay is a woman of color. Second, the gray dog named Rocky is really into recycling. Let’s start with the redeeming qualities.


We’re republishing this story from Decemas a reminder that, despite what the White House Press Secretary has said, Paw Patrol is not cancelled.
