We knew that if we could send a modern day item back in time, to the precise moment they took one of those tin plate photographs, the photos with all the grim, scowling people, we were on our way. The government would have to take us seriously. Besides it would have been great to see Bob's scowling, angry looking Grandmother holding a frosty can of Coca Cola, or a unopened package of Mentos. There might even have been some advertising money to be had.
But, we couldn't get past the Power problem, it takes a lot of juice to send something through time, even a soft drink. That is where Doctor Dawg came in handy.
Looking over his resume we were astonished, several advanced degrees in mathematics, engineering, chemistry, physics, and a minor in philosophy. "and you're working as a guard dog?" we were stupefied.
"Most people wouldn't even interview me as a scientist, probably because I'm a dog." There was a touch of bitterness in his tone, or maybe that's just the way dogs talk. He is the first talking dog we had ever met.
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It didn't take long for a larger European nation to jump in and swallow them both. Those things happened all of the time back then, it wasn't our fault, probably.
Anyway, Doctor Dawg joined the team and we have been moving forward ever since. He wasn't a very good guard dog, he just didn't have the right stuff.