The Barking Roof Dogs - explained
When I was 17 and pregnant I lived in "Highgrove" Riverside County, California. Our studio apartment was on Iowa Avenue and between 4:00 - 6:00 PM every weekday it was gridlocked.
Up the road at the main intersection there was a row of homes. Flats, really. One story flat roofed homes. One of the homes had a lot of junk and rusty cars all around it. A pair of mid to large sized dogs had climbed the piles of junk onto the roof and they stood there barking - incessantly - at the traffic waiting on the light. I realized later they did this every day.
Those dogs just standing there atop their house of what looked like worthless junk barking (bitching and moaning) at people on their own paths, doing something, going somewhere, became a metaphor for so many people that stand on their own pile of crap spending their energy barking at and about other's that are mostly inconsequential to them but unfortunately close enough to be noticed by them. We've all been a roof dog at one time or another, some briefly, some incessantly.
Up the road at the main intersection there was a row of homes. Flats, really. One story flat roofed homes. One of the homes had a lot of junk and rusty cars all around it. A pair of mid to large sized dogs had climbed the piles of junk onto the roof and they stood there barking - incessantly - at the traffic waiting on the light. I realized later they did this every day.
Those dogs just standing there atop their house of what looked like worthless junk barking (bitching and moaning) at people on their own paths, doing something, going somewhere, became a metaphor for so many people that stand on their own pile of crap spending their energy barking at and about other's that are mostly inconsequential to them but unfortunately close enough to be noticed by them. We've all been a roof dog at one time or another, some briefly, some incessantly.
posted by Melminda at 9/09/2013 03:19:00 PM
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