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There are some dogs which, when you meet them, remind you that, despite thousands of years of man-made evolution, every dog is still only two meals away from being a wolf. These dogs advance deliberately, purposefully, the wilderness made flesh, their teeth yellow, their breath a-stink, while in the distance their owners witter, "He's an old soppy really, just poke him if he's a nuisance," and in the green of their eyes the red campfires of the Pleistocene gleam and flicker.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote highlights the primal instincts and wild nature inherent in domesticated dogs despite their evolution alongside humans.
Neil Gaiman's quote poignantly illustrates the underlying wildness in domestic dogs, suggesting that despite centuries of breeding and domestication, they retain a connection to their ancestral roots as wolves. The imagery evokes a sense of the wilderness that exists within them, reminding us of the delicate balance between the domesticated and the wild, and how easily that balance can tip under the right circumstances.
Themes
DogsWildnessEvolutionNatureInstincts
In practice
Example use cases
During a nature documentary screening to highlight the primal instincts of animals.
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