A few days ago, it came to my attention that at that moment, in my backyard, was a very strong animal that, if I so much as looked at it in the wrong way, could ferociously rip me to pieces and devour my mangled body. Easily. What I think of as a harmless dog has the chops, claws, power, and instinct of a wild animal.
Not that my dog isn’t domesticated. Actually, he really is harmless – he’s never so much as thought about hurting a human. He has the personality of a teddy bear. And I wasn’t truly frightened. It just amazed me that such a large, powerful animal has been tamed so thoroughly over the years, by a species inferior in physical strength and ferocity.