Qui-Gon Jinn wandered the Temple Grounds, bouncing his basketball, bored and lonely. His Master, Dooku, was in a private meeting with the Council, and his friends were busy.
The twelve year old boy sighed and kicked his ball.
The ball bouncing a little ways then rolled until it stopped in front of a dog.
Qui-Gon blinked.
A dog?!
A Golden Retriever stood not too far away.
Boy and dog stared into each others' eyes, and there was an instant connection.
After the meeting with the Council had ended, Dooku went to his and Qui-Gon's chambers.
"Qui-Gon? Are you here?" he called.
"Just a moment, Master," came his Padawan's voice from the 'fresher.
A crash startled the Jedi.
"Padawan, are you all right?"
"I'm fine."
Suddenly the door burst open, and a soaking wet, sud-covered Golden Retriever ran out, get water and suds everywhere.
Qui-Gon, who wasn't any better looking, was right behind him.
"No! Buddy, no!"
By the time Qui-Gon had caught Buddy, there was water and suds all over the living area,... and Dooku.
He frowned at his Padawan.
"Can I keep him?" Qui-Gon asked sheepishly, with a sheepish grin.
His Master scowled sternly, and he lowered his head.
"I'll dry him off."
Qui-Gon started to take Buddy back into the 'fresher.
"Then you're getting rid of him."
The boy whirled around.
"Master!"
"Don't start with me, Qui-Gon! I've been tolerant of your love for animals and bringing some home, but this time you've gone too far! A lot of things are ruined because of that mutt, and I want him out of our quarters the minute he's dry! Am I understood, Padawan?"
Qui-Gon sighed and nodded.
"Yes, Master."
"Good."
Once Buddy and everything else was dry, however, Qui-Gon managed to convince his Master to let him keep Buddy until Christmas, which was a little over two weeks away, that way he'd have time to find a good home for Buddy.