*At the end of Baskerville*
"When you said you had to see a man about a dog, this isn't what I thought you meant".
Sherlock looked up from rubbing the over-joyful puppies' tummy. "Well hardly my fault you weren't listening".
John sighed, hating to be the bad guy here. "Sherlock...look, "m sorry mate but you can't keep the puppy".
Sherlock frowned, "Why not?"
"Because I can barely look after you let alone a puppy!"
Sherlock scoffed, "Well of course I would take care of it".
"You can barely take care of yourself!" John shouted in frustration.
"Oh how would you know?"
John looked at him in disbelief. "I live with you, I'm your flatmate. So yeah, I kinda know".
"Well too bad it's already decided". Sherlock stated picking up the puppy and placing it in the back of the Land Rover.
John sighed knowing that he was losing the fight, "No, it's not decided". He hopped into the passenger seat of the car. "How do you even know Mrs. Hudson allows pets?"
"She does", he replied pulling the car out onto the main road. "She let me keep you didn't she?" Sherlock turned to look at John with a grin.
"Oh ha-ha!" John huffed sarcastically looking to glare out the window. He didn't have a problem with dogs, in fact; he always wanted one himself but after just finishing the quite terrifying case of the Baskerville, he was a bit uneasy about bringing a German Sheppard puppy home. But Sherlock was determined about keeping the puppy and so John was left with no way to stop it.
"Jess", John finally said after a few minutes of silent driving.
"What?"
"Jess, we should call her Jess".
Sherlock smirked.
"What?" John demanded.
"She's a male", Sherlock replied while trying not to laugh.
"Oh", John said frowning then; "Max".
"Gladstone", Sherlock interrupted.
"What?"
"His name is Gladstone", Sherlock stated looking straight ahead at the road.
"Oh", John said again; surprised at Sherlock's connection already to the pup. "Gladstone" he repeated looking back at the puppy who sat up in the back with a yip.