"What breed is it?" Sandra asked as she arrived at Gerry's house.

"I don't know Sandra, it's a dog. What more do you need to know?"

"What breed it is."

"Well I haven't a clue. Anyway do you think Brian will like him?"

"He better, he's been so down since Scruffy died and Esther told me all about the search for a rescue dog. He'll love this little fellow."

"Good. It took me ages to find him and he cost a small fortune."

"Yeah well we've split the cost between you, me and Jack."

"They'll have everything they need won't they?"

"I'm sure they will. I don't think Brian would want him anywhere near him though with your track record."

"If he keeps him away from the office then he has nothing to worry about." He laughed.

"What time are we meeting the guys at the pub?"

"7. I better be going to get ready. How are you getting this little guy to the pub?" Sandra asked as the little dog tried to jump on her lap before realising he couldn't quite jump the sofa.

"I don't know I'll figure it out. I'll be there as soon as I can and don't drop even the smallest of hints about him."

Sandra had left and now Gerry was rooting around looking for a compromise for a cage to get him to the pub. Down at his feet the little pup followed him making little growling and crying noises as he went.

"Yes yes. You'll meet Brian and Esther soon. They're your new mummy and daddy. Now what do you say to curling up in this basket for a little nap while we drive to see Brian?" It took a lot of convincing to get the pup into the basket but it didn't take long for him to be completely zoned out as Gerry gently carried the basket out to the car being wary of the puppy sleeping inside.

"On my way." Gerry texted Sandra before he drove along slowly.

This was years okay and now they all sat laughing around the table in Brian's dining room with a much bigger version of Scampi, who could no longer fit in the basket. He was by no means obedient though as proven when he jumped up and reached the remaining fish off of Gerry's plate, it seemed to complete the circle, only it was still the beginning.