In the grand hall built upon the ruins of an ancient human town hall, excited barks echoed.
Centuries had passed since the "Great Silence," the cataclysm that extinguished the hairless bipeds once known as the masters of the world. In their absence, dogs not only survived but thrived.
They evolved to learn to farm, to read ancient books, to forge a society based on loyalty.
After thousands of years, the global pack was taking its greatest step yet. Uniting the breeds into a single society, from tiny engineering Chihuahuas to towering construction bulldogs, all came together to build something much bigger. What was once the United States was now the land of the free, flags bearing the golden paw symbol waving in the evening breeze.
On the oak dais, carved with bites and chisel, sat old Rufus, a pug with gray fur and a wise gaze. He had guided the united tribes through dark times, and now the council had elected him by popular vote.
A Siberian husky, the Supreme Judge, stepped forward solemnly, carrying the Presidential Collar, adorned with gleaming dog tags.
"Rufus, do you swear to protect our lands and never forget who we are?" the judge asked.
"I swear it on my pack," Rufus replied, bowing his head to receive the collar.
Deafening howls erupted in the plaza. Tails waving incessantly marked the beginning of a new era. Humanity was history; the reign of man's best friend had begun.
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