A/N: WARNING: This probably will get VERY confusing!!!!
It was all Jack's fault.
Actually, it was all of SG-1's fault for helping Jack, but it was mostly his fault. He'd gotten a dog for General Hammond and his granddaughters. With his brilliant naming skills, Jack had named it General George Hammond – that was its full purebred name. SG-1, thinking that this was a good joke to pull on their commanding officer, didn't bother to change the dog's name. So, at the General's birthday, Jack with Sam, Daniel, and Teal'c all behind him smiling, handed over the little German Sheppard – a military worthy dog. They figured he'd be a good match for the General. Loyal, caring, commanding, and wants to help… yes, a very good choice. Hammond was overcome; he took the pup without objection. Jack smiled now too.
"Guess what his name is!" Jack asked his CO. Hammond looked at Jack expectantly. Jack's chest puffed out in pride as he announced the little to-be-guard-dog. "General George Hammond." Hammond (the human) looked at Jack like he was nuts, nothing new there, then he realized what also that meant.
"He's a purebred?" George asked and all of SG-1 smiled and nodded. "Thank you guys." It was heart-said and they all knew it. Hammond admired his new puppy as Daniel handed over the Certificate of Authenticity. The moment was ruined by two loud granddaughters that plowed into their grandpa and SG-1.
"Hey Kayla, hey Tess," Hammond greeted. "Look at my new puppy. His name is General." Hammond showed off his puppy proudly. The team then knew that the dog was definitely a good idea and beamed. His other granddaughter walked to her grandpa as well to gaze at the small thing. He lowered General to their eye level. Like all puppies, he strove to get out of his owner's arms to see the new people. The girls cooed.
"Awwwww… he's SOOO cute, grandpa! Who gave him to you?"
"Is he gonna be a military dog, grandpa?" they asked, vying to be heard. George was a patient man and he waited until they settled. General, at the mean, was let loose and stumbled around the yard trying to find his bearings. The group laughed at the puppy's musings. Suddenly sleepy, General stumbled back to his new owner. They all crowded around Hammond to pet the tired pup. He sneezed.
Dog giving became something of a tradition. Jack's birthday was coming up and all at the base knew how much Jack wanted a dog. He spent so much time in the base with General, the rest of the team was surprised he had time for anytime else. He also spent time with the dog on weekends when Hammond needed to go places. Hammond called his dog General, but Jack called it George, so the dog responded to both.
One weekend, he had General and Hammond had asked Jack to meet them at Jack's house. He complied without a thought. After a nice long day, Jack and the Shepard hightailed it home. The dog LOVED Jack's truck. So laughing and petting the dog, Jack managed to get home without an accident. He'd come close though. At one intersection, General took the opportune moment to clamber into Jack's lap. So his big hairy tail waved in Jack's face for a minute at a stoplight. Hearing the irate beeps behind him, Jack depressed the gas pedal while trying to get General's tail out of his face. Just as he succeeded in moving General's tail, he slammed on the brakes. An elder man had been walking across the road without any regard to traffic. The man passed and life moved on. Jack turned a stern face to the dog, that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Sit." The faithful dog sat.
Jack had treats in his pocket and General knew it, this was one of the reasons General had climbed into his lab in the first place. Now they were at Jack's house and General whuffled all over Jack on a 'search and rescue' mission. Jack hopped out of his truck and expected the dog to follow him. He sat there.
"Come on General," he told the Shepard. The dog cocked an eye at him and looked indignant. Maybe a better word would be regal. Then Jack realized how much the dog already reflected his owner. General had picked up how people reacted to his owner and expected to be treated as such. Jack rolled his eyes at him; he couldn't believe what his was going to do.
The colonel snapped to attention and saluted the dog sitting in is truck. "General Hammond, would you please accompany me into the house, sir?" he asked. General looked proud, O'Neill almost expected the dog to say something along the lines of, "That's better colonel," but the dog stepped out of the car royally. His tail gave away his true feelings, as did his eyes. General sat down promptly in front of Jack. He released his salute and went to close the truck door. The dog stood up and Jack swore that he laughed. Jack knelt next to the puppy. The two started playing in the yard. By the time they got to the door, Jack and General were grass-stained and sweaty. Jack opened the door, dropped his keys on the counter and plopped down on the couch. General stopped and sniffed around, like he was playing a game where he had to find something.
"What's up boy?" Jack grabbed the pup and wrestled with him.
"SURPRISE!"
Jack almost fell off the couch in shock. He looked at the source of the sound with a glare. It was Sam, Daniel, Teal'c, Hammond, and Janet. General joined in and yipped happily.
"How'd you get in here?" Jack asked suspiciously. They smiled.
Daniel shrugged. "Your door was open." General cocked his head in confusion and ran behind Hammond. A minute later, he returned and something was trailing him happily.
It barked.
Hammond smiled this time. "Colonel Jack O'Neill may I introduce you to… Colonel Jack O'Neill." The dog was irresistible. It was a purebred male husky with beautiful brown eyes. It looked at Jack, Jack looked at it. They were soulmates. Jack scooped the dog up in his arms. This wasn't too hard to do since the dog was a little younger than General. Jack (the human) smiled proudly, he glowed.
"Thank you, you guys," he said quietly. He was happy. The rest of the partygoers beamed too, they'd known this was a good idea, the two matched personality for personality. Now they had to see who could keep an eye on whom.