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WIP chapt #3 TexRex

The First time I heard of Tex Rex the Dog Genius Was in 2060 and TexRex was only 3 years old. But those were determimed in Human years and not Dog years. By current dog/human years calculations Tex Rex was in his mid to late 20's. TexRex would later scoff at that calculation and almost single handedly (pawly) changed dog to human years calculation. He was already a Post Grad Math and Physics student and had been working on his Doctorate Thesis for the past couple of months. He was very popular in the press as the Dog Genius, and that popularity exploded six weeks later when he took the Math Olympics by a storm when he ranked 3rd in the world for mathematics. Those statistics were not for dogs but humans. We now had a dog smarter than 10.8 billion people on Earth. How this was possible we are not sure. But we did know that TexRex was the Great Grand Nephew of a early on Designer Puppy. Genetically speaking the scientist decided that they wanted a dog with vocal chords, very intelligent for a dog ( not human intelligence) and attenuated to live in the Human World (essentially a good family dog), a side order of longevity and size were thrown in at the last minute. So out came a very ugly Designer Puppy who lived an easy life at a university until he was two and a half and the Scientist gave up on him as a failure. What they did not realize is that when they tweaked the genome for longevity they did not change there calculation for dog years. Comparatively speaking rather than being in his mid twenty’s he was only 1.5 years old. When they slowed down the aging process they overshot the mark about ten fold. So the Designer Dog had not learned how to speak by 1 and a half years. He wolfed and barked a little but his speaking days were yet to arrive. Shortly after TexRex was given away and written off as a loss, a farming family adopted him and he lived for another 65 years and died a young dog in a bad farming accident. But his 65 years were fruitful. His promiscuity was gaining legendary status.as well. By some estimates he had fathered up to 1546 puppies by 189 different mothers. Some of the mothers had three or four litters and he was the bark of the dog world in the north east part of Texas. Most of the puppies were quite intelligent for dogs some as smart as humans but the vocal chords did not appear on any of the dogs except one. She was the shy silent type and uttered about 500 words her whole life. The vocal chords were obviously the recessive gene, but recessive does mean that it wasnt there. In fact the recessive gene lived in all of the dogs that the original TexRex had sired. It came as quite a surprise some 45 years later when a Beautiful Husky with vivid blue eyes sired a litter that looked like three miniature horses. They did not look very Husky like but took after the Father who was 'Half Greyhound and half Doberman Pincher. He really would of benefited from his mothers side in the looks department but as a puppy he looked like a miniature horse, Splotchy fur in a medium length coat. His coloring was a light brown, black white and grey, Luckily for Tex he grew into his dog frame quite nicely in later year. Not a Swan story but not too shabby his twin sisters would tease him. They all got the same looks more or less (the twins fared far better) but really not that bad of a look, The twins got the looks Tex got the brains and size. He was big. Texas Big. Hell he was even big for a Texas farm dog. So before the first human year was up, Tex Rex Jr. had bis vocal chords exercised on a daily basis. He used them to torment the dogs in the neighborhood. And later his trainer/teachers were the victims of his daily barrage of foul mouthed incessant talking with a loud bark interspersed between the explicit gestures he made. Soon you just could not stop him from talking, chatter chatter,banter and stammer. It was getting really bad by the age of two he was reading two books a day and these were not easy reading, Advanced trigonometry, Applied physics, Functional Algorithms the Practical Manual. Real exciting reading material for 2 year old dog. Then it got worse, he started writing and publishing his own thereoms, equations, quantum mechanics, nano chip repair and maintenance. No body knew where he learned all this information from, but he seemed to know his shit. The dog was "for real" as the media reported. The reason for his popularity was not that he could speak English, lots of dogs could speak. There were probably 10,000 talking dogs in the world. which is essentially nothing as the world wide population of dogs was about 545,000,000 dogs. So the average live birth rate for a dog that could talk was 0.00018%. But there were approximately 10,000 dogs worldwide. The human population got used to seeing or hearing a dog talking. They were not used to seeing one that could Talk, Read. Write, and do mathematical equations from a graduate level calculus course. He ended the media circus around him. Then no body saw him for 4 months, when he reappeared he was a changed man. woops dog. Little Tex was strutting his stuff. Well that is the way everyone was looking at him. He also spoke French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Scandinavian, Polish and Russian. He had been a busy dog. He studied during the day and then practiced what he learned on the local ladies dogs at night. Later he reflected to me that it was like having puberty condensed down to 4 months, When he got back to his studies he was ready to buckle down and get started on some of the Hypothesis and his crazy design ideas that he had thought of, up of 10 he had come up with in the past 6 months. What he had done in a short time for mathematics was astounding, But then the whole Space/Time equation, that not only got him his Doctorate in Mathematics and Theoretical Physics from MIT but his equations. theorem algorithms they were almost immediately tried, tested,re-tested, verified, Patents were issued to a legal Dog Citizen. So now he had a super brilliant mind with money to burn if he wanted io. MIT asked him to stay there and join the faculty as a Professor Emeritus. He agreed to the offer without thinking about it very much. He was here already, they were providing him with below market rate faculty housing (free)., He wasn't under their thumb, and they picked up a bunch of advertising money from the increased traffic to their web site. He had been there for almost a year before he announced his plans to teach a Class the following semester. Well, the faculty had never thought of this contingency. Having a Dog teach their MIT students. Something just did not seem right about it. They tried to stall the inevitable lecturer, Professor,Phd. Doctor's right to teach a class. They knew they had to acquiesce or the media backlash would be absolutely horrendous . They really weren't sure which would be worse having a dog teach a class at one of the top 10 Universities in the world, or not letting hin teach a class and be labeled a racistdoghater. the final vote was 7-3 to let him teach. In retrospect the right decision but not for the reasons one would think. It was a disaster. A total and complete disaster. Every student except two had dropped the class by the drop deadline. The two that stayed got the education of a lifetime in the next 10 weeks. The two bravest humans to ever grace MITs walls. The dog had gone Mad. It certainly seemed that way. He growled and sneered, bared his teeth in a seething rage when they did not understand the task or equation he proposed. Imagine having a huge guard dog growling in seething rage and in an attack stance ready to bite you if you did not have the correct answer in nano seconds. The two students knew they had no choice now but to follow the class to its conclusion. The first four weeks were filled with terror and shame. At some point TexRex had taken to mumbling the the "only good human was a dead human" and the two students were nearing a total mental breakdown. The next day the class went well, really well. He got mad once but did not even growl, maybe a little grimace if anything. The next day was the same if not even better. Not a bark, growl, howl, or just start screaming at you " You worthless dumb shit, do you not know the answer Betty?" that was one of his mainstay expressions. No doubt he watched a show on his media monitor. His other favorite statement or question to us was "so did the two of you morons do your fucking homework or are you again as brain dead as a fucking brick" He even carried a brick around with him, I guess as a prop to back up his statement. But now it was different. They had the answers to his questions and the right answers. Tex approved them and they both got b- in the class. But they were revered in the world of mathematics as the two first students to survive his class. And so it went, his class gained a almost Cult like following with the Hero’s being  those that finished the class. (Even if they failed the class, they survived and actually learned a lot more than they thought they would. So now TexRex had worldwide fame for the good and the bad. And a lot of the bad came from outside of class. See TexRex had gotten a healthy dose of his great grandfathers snoop dogg nature. He was a dog on the Prowl for the lady dogs at night. How he met these lusty doggies I do not know. Some say the internet dog dating sites, but I think they were groupies to his entourage. He always had something going on, and this lead to problems every now and again, and again, again? And then that is when I came into play in his life. Evidently he had gotten the University President/ Chancellor  two pure bred pekingees pregnant. Not one but both of them and Tex was 9 or 10 times larger then these lovely ladies dogs, That was bad but the list of his infractions with the lady dogs was a very long one. He had been at MIT for seven years now, but after two years they asked that I "adopt" him so he can have a strong father/brother figure in his life to demonstrate how to treat the female gender. Well it didn't start off to well, at all, but after 6 or 7 months of tough as nails standoffs , something clicked between the two of us. Maybe it was my understanding of his crazy hypothesis. Maybe because of my palate. We both ate well those first two years but as if our cycles in in sync we both declared that we had to go on a diet. We were getting fat, really fat. I had never had any of this before. So we started jogging together. Then working out at the gym and then a little field training.