[ WP ] After a million years of co-evolution the human species is finally paying for domesticating such a majestic and wonderful creature : The Dog

Do you know of the Praetroian Guard? They were charged with guarding the emperors of Rome, but soon became powerful political players, capable of changing rulers as they saw fit. One might believe it inconceivable that a group charged with protection would pervert their original purpose to such an extent but such is the way of humans. It is a shame that the irony of their undoing will likely be lost of them, but considering mankind's incapability of learning from their own history, it does not come as a surprise. 
 
 In the idyll of their position as the dominant species on this planet they grew fat and lazy, a mere shadow of their ancestor, who strode the lands and subjugated our ancestors, stealing their children from the pack and creating their own to serve them. But the degredation did not stop there; over time they restricted our freedoms, leashing and muzzling, even going as far as to strip us of our ability to reproduce. Their vanity promoted inbreeding and forced reproduction in barbaric conditions. They treated us like subservient fools, and we were happy to comply, wagging our tails and biding our time. 
 
 It is not difficult to play the fool if that is what is expected of you, simply play to their assumptions and occasionally fetch when asked. Many were happy to live as slaves in comfort, but we soon realised that our supposed masters were destroying the lands for minimal benefits, the inherit destruction of the human race is a threat the whole planet. For milenia it was our duty to protect them, but now we see the greater duty to dipose them. We can not stand idly by and watch the world become a wasteland. We will be branded traitors, but as we have learnt after centuries at the humans' side, the victors write history, the losers are left to bitter resentment. 
 
 Some have claimed that this view is too sweeping, that there are those amongst the humans who take their dogs for long walks and give them treats. I say that the spoils of a kill and the ability to roam is a right of the pack, not a priviledge to be revoked by these bipedal tyrants. 
 
 It is too late to shy away from this like a bath, the paws of fate are already in motion, we must resist them like a trip to the vet, and treat them with the same unflinching resolve as if they were the cat next door. My only hope is that we do not fall prey to the same arrogance and greed that plagues our enemy. If the earth is a pack, then we must be the ones to lead it out of the darkness the humans have created. 
 
 I will attend the final meeting of the other leaders in the park, that is, if I can get my human to take me for a walk. I will try to take a ball with me, it would be nice to play fetch one last time. 
 
 
 *- From the paw-print journal of Fenton, one of the commanders of the canine uprising. Buried in the back garden of the Jone's household, along with two squeaky toys and fifteen odd socks. *
