There’s a struggle each morning. Walkers and cars, each trying to dominate the other. It probably started when Romulus told Remus not to jump over his wall.
“Stuff that, I’ll jump over anything I like.â€
“Right. Then I’ll have to kill you.â€
There’s just no respect. Divers disrespect pedestrians. Pedestrians disrepect drivers. The result really is a doggy dog world, and yet nobody seems to see anything wrong with that. That’s how we are, they say, as if there were no possibility of being any other way. Density-dependent selection aside, it drives me nuts.
Flickr photograph by me!
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You write “Doggy dog world” and I am reminded of a long ago conversation I had with our friend Catherine Caufield. She had assumed a “doggy dog world” was one of heavenly bliss . . . all moist eyed, drooling over you labs . . . until someone told her she had mis heard . . it was a “dog eat dog world.” . . .
Precisely correct. My use of the phrase was indeed by way of an homage to Mizz Catherine.