You should know a few things about the dogs of my world. We shared many characteristics with the dogs you’re familiar with. For instance, we were generally loyal and absolutely loved to play. What did we love to play? Ball of course, but not just any ball, baseball. We loved baseball. It was our one sport. Well, some of the more self-centered dogs with pack problems played tennis or golf, but for the most part our lives centered around the great pastoral game.
There were many aspects to baseball we loved. It was play. We loved to play. It had a ball. We loved balls. You ran in baseball. We loved to run. It was a team sport, and a baseball team was similar to a family pack. We called it a baseball pack by the way, not a baseball team. Just like dogs, baseball didn’t have a clock. The game ended after the last out, and not before.
We didn’t use clocks or watches. However, we did have a concept of time. It was just much different than yours. Events, gatherings and ballgames didn’t begin at a certain time, say 5:00. Rather, they began when they were supposed to begin.
The smells of baseball were especially pleasing to us. The freshly cut grass, the food, and the clean air all touched something deep inside us. So you see, dogs and baseball were perfect for one another.
There were significant differences between us and the dogs of your world, too. For starters, we walked and ran on two legs. We also spoke to one another. If you’d ever heard us speak it would probably have sounded like barks, growls and whimpers to your ears.
We lived longer than the dogs in your world. How long? Many many seasons.
Our paws had an opposable thumb. This allowed us to grip tools, such as baseball bats.
We lived outdoors with our family packs. It was similar to how your kind goes camping, only we went camping all the time. We preferred the outdoors. The sounds and smells had a soothing effect on us. Our campsites typically centered around caves, rock structures or woods, preferably not far from a beach.
Dogs varied in size, just as in your world. The tallest were as tall as six and a half feet. The smallest adults could measure under a foot. The smallest dog to ever play in the Dog Intra-Species League was Fritchy Frise. He was one foot and one inch tall and held the record for walks in a single season with 251. Sadly, his career had an abrupt end after he was stepped on during a post-game paw shake.
Dogs in our world never bathed. In fact, we wanted our aroma as pungent as it could be. We didn’t use or build bath tubs or swimming pools. We swam in the ocean, a lake or a pond for fun, but not to get clean. A good salt water swim was like cologne. A dog without a good strong familiar scent was hard to trust.
We dogs could see, of course, but our color range was much more limited than yours. We see what you’d call blues, grays, yellows and browns. Our limited color range led us to rely on our sense of smell. Like your dogs, our noses were powerful and we relied on them heavily.
We had few internal conflicts, even between the different family packs, unless it involved baseball. Sure we’d scrap and have petty arguments, but most disagreements were usually settled with discussion or a game of baseball. If the original dispute was about baseball, well, then we were right back where we started. Let’s play two!
Did we have problems externally with other species? Yes, there are always challenges …