The next day, chaos reined. Dog poo was everywhere. There were dogs on lawns where there’d never been dogs before. It was a frolicking mess of the third degree.

Without the signs, the dogs had no idea how to behave in society. Not that they’re cretins or anything, as they do pride themselves on their savvy. But as soon as one dog marked a signpost previously marked “Urinating prohibited / el urinating prohibido” the park became a free-for-all.

Dog-driven anarchy overtook the city. Dogs even took to walking on their hind legs. It is an obvious next step that once the sign telling you what not to do is gone (and you do it), that you will begin doing things that there never was a sign for.

With time the anarchy subsided and dogs were able to integrate back into this brave new signless world.

A labrador ran for mayor and nearly won, but for a poorly timed mounting of his competition that alienated his more conservative supporters.

Others earned chairs at universities, lazing on the softest pillows.