9

Ianto was horrified, more so by the distraught boy in the back seat that had spent the time driving home with 'his' new dog in tears at the discovery of the tape. He had tried to remove it only to find it stuck fast, making things even more upsetting for them both. Thank the gods Dadda had the knife and had so carefully cut each side.

"Holy shit!" Ianto spluttered as he looked at it "A fucking Komondor!"

"A what? Not a sheep dog?" Jack asked with growing alarm as Ianto looked flummoxed now.

"These dogs get as big as …well .. Myf was. Shit, some taller … try above waist height, head so you can rest your elbow when reading big. Shit. This mated mess I supposed to be dreadlocks, her fur is supposed to be white, not this shitty colour!"

Ton said calmly "Swear Jar. Hawk is asleep here Taddy!"

"Sorry son" Ianto sighed, "She's so uncared for. There should not be the big hump here, nor the small waist. She should be like looking like a rectangular box. Poor thing, Jesus. We need to call the vet to see if she's chipped, get Gwen over here. Is she still home?"

Jack nodded going to call Gwen. She was pregnant with her, maybe only one to be, late life child and at the grand age of 52 and although was talking retirement, still worked locally. Ianto had considered the notion of a local police station, meaning she could stay with the family. Although not technically Heddlu anymore, if he could organize it and convince Heddlu it may be possible to get her badge still actively attached to Heddlu. She arrived with her husband, Rhys almost a limpet as she was now showing and the explosion had shaken them all. His trucking company could survive without him for a few weeks.

Gwen took photos of the poor dog with her mouth pursed in a thin line, her anger showing as she let her hormones lead her. The vet confirmed a chip, owner and dog's name. "Killer."

"How stupid!" Jack roared, "How can you call a dog that! Fucking morons, yes I know sear jar Ton, put your hand down. Daddy is venting here for fucksake!"

"We can't call her that. Killer" Ianto sighed, the dog's ears moving each time she heard her name.

"No! Kill." Jack said, the ears moving "Right. Can't be a Bill. Well … Jill? Jill. Hey, Jill."

The dog's head rose to look at him with the baleful stare of a sad dog. One that recognised her name.

And that's how Jack got Jill.