Yeah, I
know, people talk about werecats and weresharks and werebuffalo and werelizards
and all whatnot, but at least in Western culture, it seems to keep coming back
to wolves. Why might that be?
I think
it’s got to do with dogs. See, it’s hard to relate to imagine going from being
a human to being a shark or a lizard. There’s just no context for it. Too wide
a gap. A shark is a shark is a near-mindless eating machine. But dogs- we live
with dogs, we love them, we treat them as part of the family. And at the same
time, we’re aware that there’s only the briefest of steps between our beloved
companions and wolves.
I’m not
much of a dog person, myself. They just
make a good metaphor. I don’t have anything against the species in general, but
there’s a little rat-dog in the yard across the street from my building who
delights in yapping his head off all night, and that’s kind of colored my
perception.
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