“Going to the Dogs”

Today my mind has been tumbling bits and pieces of the latest news and all the implications, real or imagined, for our world today. A rather unprofitable pursuit, since my mulling makes not a speck of difference in the grand scheme of things.

But we do hear news that disturbs us. Then my mind went back to a song recorded in 1965, “The Eve of Destruction,” and I had to smile just a bit. We were in the Cold War years and someone pushing the button and wiping the world out with atomic warfare was everyone’s dread.

Back 52 years ago. Around the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis, the Nam war, the KGB. We lived through all of that. We here in Canada lived through the Quebec Referendum and were not split into two nations. Then the world survived Y2K. About the time we thought things were going well 9/11 hit us all pretty hard. Air traffic around the world was frozen and we in the Western world wondered what would come next. Now President Trump is leading the US and I gather from recent reports that we’re on the Eve of Destruction again.

Yes, we’re facing serious matters one doesn’t want to take lightly, but I did think of this little poem. It pulled my mind out of the whirlpool of dark thoughts, so I decided to post it, hoping it will give someone else a glimmer of hope.


My grandad, viewing earth’s worn clogs,
said things were going to the dogs.
His grandad in his house of logs,
said things were going to the dogs.
His grandad in the Flemish bogs
said things were going to the dogs.
His grandad in his old skin togs
said things were going to the dogs.
There’s one thing that I have to state:
the dogs have had a good long wait.

Author Unknown

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15 thoughts on ““Going to the Dogs”

  1. Absolute coincidence. I was in my favourite bar (the Fiddlers Pub, Bonn) last night, when The Age of Destruction was played. So many memories came flooding back. We thought, as you say, the whole world was going to the dogs, But just how many more crisis have we been through since then – and we still live to tell the tail. Good on you Christine.

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  2. I came on line specifically to see if anyone remembered this poem. I just couldn’t remember more than a couple of lines, including the last one. I hope it is as relevant today, but I shudder to think of all the jobs that keep disappearing as robots take over. My son in law is having robotic surgery next month to remove a cancer from his bowel.


    1. Thanks for your comment and glad you were able to refresh your memory. When I consider all the economic woes, it does me good to remember this poem.

      I suppose the thing that’s offsetting robots taking jobs from people is that the birth rate today isn’t what it was a hundred years ago. That said, it seems to me that we’ll need to bring manufacturing back to our own countries — yes, buy less and pay more for each item — if we’re going to survive economically.

      I’m not an American but have seen the stats: the annual US trade deficit to China and its pretty staggering. We get more than enough consumer goods from Asia, too — a lot of jobs lost here at home.


  3. I am Scottish and emigrated to New Zealand with my husband and two children back in 1972. I now live with my daughter in Australia. We left Scotland because youth employment was at an all time low. By the time the kids were old enough to work, it was just as bad in New Zealand, However, they both managed to get into the work force. Eventually, Heather married an Australian, and at the time grandchildren started arriving, my husband was retiring, so we decided to come here to watch them growing up. Now, the eldest is a qualified aircraft engineer and the two younger ones just starting out in careers. The more things change, the more they stay the same!

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    1. That’s about it. We’re finding over here that the trades are in high demand always. A BA or PHD will get you nowhere and once folks get into specifics in University there are a lifetime of student loans. But the manufacturing jobs are rapidly disappearing.

      What part of Scotland are you from? My great-grand came from Gallowayshire.


  4. I was born in Angus in 1939 and we moved to Perthshire in 1953. Just as I was leaving school in 1955, our family moved again to Aberdeen, my mother’s home town. I met the love of my life when I was seventeen and we spent the next 58 years together. Frank died almost three years ago.
    We knew Galloway very well, as Frank’s brother lived in Dumfries and we spent many summer holidays there. It is a beautiful part of Scotland. We nearly emigrated to Canada, but Frank managed to secure a good job in New Zealand. He was a refrigeration engineer and ultimately became a tutor at the trades school. To get an apprenticeship in Oz these days, you practically have to be related to someone in a company. Uni degrees are a waste of time and money, unless you want to be a doctor or lawyer, because the amount of kids who graduate and can’t get a job in their chosen field is heartbreaking.


    1. My Vance ancestors, I discovered a few years ago, came from Penninghame and Kirkcowan. Knowing what I do now, I’d love to visit the area! Have you ever read the book, My Heart is in the Lowlands by Liz Curtis Higgs? You’d probably really enjoy that.


      1. Hi Christine, when Heather and I went to Scotland two years ago, to catch up with my family and Frank’s, we spent some time with my brother in law in Dumfries. We went on a day trip and had lunch in Kirkowan! You MUST go some time. Luckily, Scotland is small enough to see a vast amount in a relatively short time. I googled My Heart’s in the Lowlands, and bought it straight away on Kindle. Must finish the book I’m currently reading, before I let myself open it. A point of interest – I don’t recall the area ever being called Gallowayshire, but I am only 78, so it could be before my time! It has been Dumfriesshire, but now being referred to as Dumfries and Galloway! Don’t feel you have to reply. I am sure you are busy and I am the biggest blether on earth!


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