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jason doesnt do convenient. he likes it this way

I just played a life where we bred tons of dogs- using our own resources of course. Made a pen, imported beagles & poodles, and went ham on it. We gave out pups to young kids, things like that. We ran what was essentially a free pet shop. It had me wishing we could do more with dogs.

-Leashes would make a wonderful but simple thing. Maybe you wouldn't always need to be holding your dog, and could lead them places, tie them up, things like that. Perhaps two lassos could make it? It'd be costly but make dogs much more fun to have, and cause a sense of belonging with the dog. I'd love to see dogs being traded.

-Naming dogs would also help create a sense of property. They'd have to be named as pups, and could probably have any name. Dogs could maybe come to their name?

-Dogs should be able to kill/scare off/detect dangerous predators. Perhaps barking at bears could be a feature? It'd greatly help unmodded users in avoiding danger. Due to dogs' high cost and demand for upkeep, I think it'd be cool and well deserved.

Something to make animals more intricate/useful.
Pets with different skills, perhaps?
~ Cats could bring rabbits or mice, could be trained using fish, shrimp, rabbit, etc.
~ Dogs could hunt smaller animals, like geese or rabbits.
~ Monkeys could retrieve bananas, but you'd have to snatch it from them before they eat them

Maybe a vet profession, with scales, thermometers, stethoscopes, basic stats for animals which could change based on how well bred they are, etc., etc.. Illnesses that deformed animals can pass on to their keepers, other healthy livestock, etc.. Dogs & cats could have an 'obedience' stat that determines how easily trained their offspring are- things like that. There are different tasks that animals have the option of doing each move that could include an assortment of tricks, moving, eating, attacking, a certain task, etc. When you praise or give a treat to an animal that does a certain task, the percentage of them doing that task on their own, without being prompted, goes up. When given a treat, their bond with the treat-giver goes up, making it so they respond to commands easier, if it's from that player. However, it'll also up the percentage of the task they were doing less than a second ago. Now, with breeding. There are male and female animals, females will have a higher percentage chance of attacking, and males will bond easier. Their stats, genetic defects, etc., pass on to their offspring; with mutation chances of course. Sheep could turn darker or lighter, and when bred purely for black wool, their defects will probably be ignored. Or, without a veterinarian to make sure they're healthy and able to breed viable offspring, their stats decrease over the generations.

This could also help biome specialization and help further the process of trading! If the gingers can train a cat with high fat levels to fish, then trade it for rubber from a brown family, the cat would not do as well as it did in a cold environment as it will somewhere else. its offspring will have an affinity to fish and will be easier to train to do so, but if the browns were to continue breeding the lineage with their jungle cats, which have adapted to the heat and have low body fat levels, the lineage would slowly turn into jungle cats again, making the browns need more fish or shrimp, and thus need more snow cats. They, unfortunately, can't get into the tundra to train the cats for what they need, so they must trade again to get what they need. Blacks could breed faster horses, or show horses with fancy coat patterns. The browns could train monkeys to retrieve bananas. The whites, who wouldn't need to focus on a specific animal, could train dogs who hunt rabbits, or fast racing dogs with slimmer bodies, or large aggressive dogs who bite people with certain traits (based on percentages and such), or just people in general. They could be bred to be small and loud like chihuahuas, and I recommend getting rid of specific breeds altogether and to allow players to mold their own. Earlier dogs and pets (cats, monkeys), would of course need to be bred to fit domestication, and aggression levels would need to decrease generationally. Sheep could be raised to be slimmer and eat less, or be fatter and produce more meat. Or, they could be bred through generations to be slower, produce more wool, things of the such.

Veterinarians would be needed to ensure that the animals are suited for what they're bred for, they could be DNA tested with high-tech items, things of the such. A dog with a higher heartbeat rate would probably have babies with higher heartbeats than them, increasing the likelihood of seizures or panic attacks where they go into a frenzy and attack anything in sight. Things of the such. A vet with all types of equipment available to him/her would need to learn how to use it, and the results of it would have to be calculated by the vet themselves. Say, you put a stethoscope on a dog. They have to stay still, or be put under. The heartbeat plays as a sound for the person using the stethoscope on the dog, rather than it just being displayed. They have to either use experience and determine whether it's relatively close to what they consider to be the healthy heartbeat, or count and calculate the beats per minute. Of course, dogs would need to adapt to their environment, so a dog in a snowy ginger town would need to be fatter, their heart would have to beat slower, and they'd need a better sense of smell, and generally have to be specialized to their targeted environment. Wolves would vary in how they've grown up, but generally be the same, as they've lived in the rocky area their entire lives. Dogs would have set lifespans based on their genetics and such, and would breed with what's around them unless they're so wildly different they'd need to be artificially inseminated. This would cause a need for pens in the breeding process.

Same with the other animals! Don't want your cows breeding with random cows? Pen them up, get them a vet visit, and see which cow their genetics are suited to breeding with. There'd also be general diets that increase different things. Feeding your dogs mutton from a sheep bred to be fat? Your dog's gonna get fatter, and thus their children will generally be slightly fatter (and warmer!) than their ancestors.

TL;DR:
I want animals to be flexible. No set breeds, just something mold-able, trainable, with stats and spreadable diseases. This opens up a whole new world of late-game activities that further trade and mold each town's individuality. Bio-warfare can also be an option with wildly diseased and misbred animals. I want something that players have to do themselves that changes every time it's done, and is shaped by personal preference.

Star Freedman; A disastrous life

As a young girl, I was the unnoticed out of my siblings; I was always in the background. I spent my early life dying clothes for the citizens of the city, along with my twin. Amber and I were constantly glued at the hip; wherever I went, she went. One day, while we were making red and blue dresses after going on a long material trip, our cart was stolen by a man. My uncle, in fact. I ran after him to get my cart back, and watched him put it in a pen. Amber, my twin, shoved me into the pen, urging me to get our mordant back. Reluctantly, I took a step in, only to see the gate shut behind me. At this point, I was nearing twenty years of age, and was terrified. My uncle, Oluwadunmininu Freedman, declared me as his wife and tried to starve me. I ate without him noticing, as I had pies in my bag. Over the ten years following my kidnapping, I had three boys in the pen- two of which was a pair of twins. They all died of unknown disease. Amber stayed by the pen, keeping me in high spirits the entire time. On the twelfth year of my kidnapping, a crowd formed. I had had another boy, this time a survivor. As food ran low, so did my morale. I was talking to my son, when the gate opened briefly. I ran out and hid behind a wall of people with Free, my son, in tow. Amber was ready and took the opportunity. She lunged at him but missed with her knife. She passed it on to me, and I went for him. I missed and rather hit Thomas, someone who had stayed there with Amber for years while I was imprisoned. He died shortly after. My uncle grabbed a knife of his own and mistook my twin for me, and stabbed my beloved Amber. I watched as my sister died, reassuring her everything would be okay. He starved the moment he killed her. Three people dead, I dragged my son away and showed him around. It was hard to cope, I was paranoid about everything. I eventually took a basket when I was about 45 years, grabbed my uncle's corpse, and ran. I ran to a town far away and dumped him there. The people, luckily, took the old hag, me, in. I tended to their bushes, until I couldn't take it anymore at age 55. I ran to be with the wilderness; to explore what the world had to offer. I died a few years later, at a ripe old age.

"To Rock and Marya Oria, wherever you may be- You were the best family a woman could ever ask for. Rock- Papa, who kept me warm, fed me, and made me feel loved throughout my youth-filled years; I'm eternally grateful, and I'm glad you got to go out in a blaze of glory and laughter. Thank you for your guidance. I'll wear your clothing with pride.
And Mary, my baby. My youngest girl. My pride and joy, the only one who stayed in our home village. I loved you more than anything, but sadly you outlived your great papa by only five years. I wasn't able to help you when you were dying, and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for all the things I did wrong. I wish I was there more often. Thank you for everything.
To my other two children, Lamb and Skull. I hope you're doing okay. You left me, I wish you had stayed. I'm old now, on the brink of death, yet you're not here. I wish you'd come back for me. Your face would have lit up at the sight of your younger sister. I didn't get to see your entire lives, but I hope they were long and meaningful. I love you.
To my mother. You left me as a baby, but luckily my Papa took me in. I forgive you, and Papa taught me how to do that. Thank you for giving me a chance at life. I've lived such a good one, I hope you're proud.
I'm sending a picture of me with Mary and Papa's graves. I dug them myself. Please, write back. I'm tired."

-Eva Oria