“The downtown area of Denver had gone rapidly to the dogs—and by ‘the dogs,’ the reference is not to show poodles owned by rich ladies or anything refined and decadent like that. Rather, the dogs that everything had ‘gone to’ would be more like the mangier packs that roam in and around the landfills outside Manila, the kind that would eat dead vultures and call it a treat.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 3