Dogs bark way too much in modern novels, according to an article in Slate. And birds always chirp, but cats never meow (at least, in my own unscientific survey). But what does it all mean? Are we too uncreative in our grounding of scenes, do we overrepresent the canine metaphorically? Do we care? How come no one ever writes about canaries anymore?
I, myself, wish I could keep the swimming pool out of my work.