1. And it was pondered by the seer, “If we are indeed fashioned in the image of the Almighty, why then should His angels not bear the likeness of man’s most loyal companion, the dog?”
2. But a voice, like thunder echoing from the heavens, declared, “Though formed in His image, we are not yet upon His level. Sevenfold must we strive, with the tireless devotion of a hound, to ascend to the heights of His divine wisdom.”
3. For in that time, we were not yet upon the angels’ level, our understanding clouded, our spirits still bound to the earthly realm.
4. And in the court of the Old Governor, four celestial beings stood, their forms radiating with an otherworldly power. Cupid’s Teeth, whose name was whispered with reverence and fear, the Sleepless Dog, whose vigilance knew no bounds, the Renegade, whose spirit defied all constraints, and the Mad Dog, whose fury burned like a raging fire.
5. And these celestial hounds, their forms shimmering with divine power, would clash in contests of might, each vying for the mantle of Governor. Yet, one among them, the Mad Dog, emerged triumphant time and again, his ferocity unmatched, his will unyielding.
6. The blood spilled in these angelic battles was a sight too fearsome for mortal eyes, a spectacle of raw power that would shatter the very foundations of human understanding. Their claws, sharp as shards of obsidian, would tear through alabaster fur, leaving trails of celestial ichor that shimmered with an otherworldly light.
7. Though they stood upright like men, their forms bore the unmistakable mark of the canine, their long, floppy ears a deceptive counterpoint to the ferocity that burned within their eyes