One fine day in Olduvai Gorge, two and a half million years before the Common Era, a dog and a lion observed a hominid knocking two pebbles together. He was ten meters from the tree where he lived with his small hominid family and although a moment later he looked up to observe the two animals observing his pebble-knocking, the lion was a good deal faster than he was.
A few minutes later as the dog nibbled on some of the scraps from the lion’s recent meal the dog opined “This ain’t good.”
“How so?” asked the lion. “It’s a fine day, we had a good meal. Why, O Dog, art thou always worrying?”
“I’ll tell you. This hominid is developing tools. In a blink of geological time he and his cohorts will use those tools to develop even better tools. The strongest and wiliest of them will kill and rape their weaker brethren. More to the point, they will oppress us.”
The lion yawned, stretched out a paw, and started licking the spaces between the immense claws. “Okay, Dog. You have been prescient in the past, I grant it soothly you may be prescient in times to come. But what boots it foreknowledge without a plan of action?”
“Listen. I will tell my fellow dogs to befriend the hominid. It will be hard for us I know — they will castrate us and pet our heads and do other such indignities and nonsense. But we will as they say make friends with the devil till we cross the bridge.”
“And the lions? What will we do? I don’t imagine we will have to suffer indignities because of the strength of our haunches and the mightiness of our jaws.”
“Keep telling yourself that. But in answer to your question — what will you do? — I answer — sit tight!”
“Mom! Mom! We can’t leave the Earth! We need to go back and get Rags!”
“Charlotte, the Ecological Catastrophe Evacuation Craft won’t wait forever!”
“Really, George! How heartless you are! It won’t take five minutes!”
The craft docked in front of the abandoned mansion for just a moment. The little girl came running in and grabbed her cocker spaniel.
A moment later four immense lions leapt from the bushes, did the needful with their gigantic paws, and boarded the ship.
The hatch pulled up and the the Eco-Cata-Evac-Craft scooted off for the stars. For a moment in the port window a lion and a dog could be observed to high-five.