An interesting take on an apocalyptic scenario.
Is it still a purgatory if there are no people purging?
How come it is unmanned but not unwomanned?
What does the story suggest about women or men, or dogs, for that matter?
An old-testament kind of theology where children do pay for their parents' sins.
How happy will we be when all that bothers us is over? Will we shed "wistful tears of cursèd luck"?
Maybe dogs know better and we should pay attention to them when they try to get us out of so much pondering.