Before I start, I want to say that Family Guy's the first mature cartoon I've ever seen when I was 11 years old. Brian and Stewie's been my favorite this whole time, but Brian I love the best. This is my first Family Guy fic, so go easy on me people.

It seems today that all you see

Is violence in movies and sex on TV

But where are those good old-fashioned values

On which we used to rely?

Lucky there's a family guy

Lucky there's a man who positively can do

All the things that make us

Laugh and cry

He's…a…fam…ily…guy!

It was a lonely night at the Drunken Clam. Brian sighed as he gulped down another drink. Once again he had lost the chance of finding true love. Brian was so sick of dating these dumb bimbos he found in bars. All the women he dated were either too stupid, had nothing in common with him, or just didn't meet his standards. None of them were what he was looking for.

"Another scotch over here", Brian said.

"Hey, Brain don't you think you've had enough?" bartender Horace asked looking at the four empty glasses.

"I'm fine. Just give me another shot of scotch."

Brian rested his head on the counter as he thought about the one woman who got away. Jillian Russell. She was half of the things he wanted in a woman. A tall beautiful blonde, but stupid as hell. After admitting he didn't want a committed relationship with her, she left. No matter how hard Brian tried, he could never win her back. It only got worse when Jillian announced she was marrying some guy named Derek.

Brian was convinced he was destined to be alone forever.

"Last call, Brian", Horace said. "I'm closing up soon."

"Thanks, Horace", Brian said.

He paid for his drinks and stepped outside. He figured it was time to head on home to the Griffins' house where he lived as their family pet.

Brian was about to get into his car when he heard a yelp. His ears perked up as he tried to find the source. Again he heard a yelp. It sounded like a dog.

"Hello?" he called out.

Brian looked in the direction of the alley behind the Drunken Clam. The yelps quickly turned into whimpers. Brian walked toward the alley. He didn't see anyone or anything. All that was there were a dumpster, a pile of cardboard boxes and some newspapers. Newspapers that were shaking.

"Is someone there?" Brian asked.

He heard the whimpering coming from the newspapers. Brian walked down the alley toward the papers. From the corner of his eye, he could see a tail peeking out from under there.

"Please", he heard a soft voice say. "Please go away."

Brian pulled back the newspapers to find a dog curled up on the ground. She had long golden fur with green eyes. But Brian didn't notice those. She was covered with bruises. There was a notch in her left ear and she was holding her paw close.

"Don't hurt me", she cried.

"My god", he murmured. "What happened to you?"

The female dog didn't answer him as she shook in fear. Brian noticed she wasn't wearing a collar around her neck. Was she a stray? That didn't matter. She looked like she was hurt pretty bad. She needed help.

"Here", Brian said stretching his hand out.

The female dog closed her eyes and flinched.

"I'm not going to hurt you", he said. "I'm going to help you."

"Help?" she softly asked. "But…why?"

"You're obviously hurt", he answered. "When a fellow dog needs help, I'm not one to turn away."

The female dog looked at Brian in disbelief. A stranger was willing to help her. She sat up and looked at him unsure.

"Are you sure you're not going to hurt me?"

"I swear I'm not going to hurt you", Brian said.

She looked down for a moment and then back at Brian.

"As long as you promise", she said taking his hand.

Brian pulled her up to her feet and led her to his car.

"I'm Brian", he said introducing herself.

"Barbara", the female dog replied.

In case anyone's interested, Barbara's a Basque Shepherd Dog