The confuddlement gets deeper....
This is also just an information chapter.... it might be kinda boring...
hehe, a hint - Jack never calls his dog 'O'Neill' so I think I'll do it like this... the human (w/o the dog) will be Jack or O'Neill w/e.... but with the dog - the colonel will be O'Neill. Same thing with Sam and her dog.... Daniel's dog responds to the name 'Doc' soo... you get the point.... Teal'c will be Teal'c.... I'll get around to that later.
One Year Later
"Offworld Activation, Incoming Wormhole!"
"Sir, its SG-3."
"Open the iris."
"Woof!" The dogs had all grown up; they weren't as big as they would get, but pretty close to it. Dr. Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, Colonel Jack O'Neill, Major Samantha Carter, and General George Hammond all woofed their agreement in opening the door up for their friends. Each one of them had a dog. Sam's was a chocolate colored Weimaraner with glorious baby-blue eyes – like her own. This breed of dog was supposed to be the smartest breed, overall, out of all other dogs. With that smartness came the fact that an experienced dog owner should own them, they were handfuls.
A perfect match.
Teal'c's dog was a giant, muscle-rippling, chocolate lab with a kind heart. He was one of the biggest, no, the biggest lab they had ever seen, and he wasn't a crossbreed. He was purebred like the others. Only Teal'c could handle the giant dog jumping into his arms at a flat out run.
Daniel, on the other hand, needed a very trainable dog because he couldn't puppy-proof his house exactly. The ancient artifacts and papers were strewn all over his house, but his dog learned quickly. Daniel even swore that the dog liked his work. Daniel's dog was an American Indian Dog. He was a very, very rare dog, no genetic faults, as of yet and people with allergies could have them. They were so loyal and in tune with the family that a stern "no!" would stop them in their tracks. He had a VERY rare coat coloring; it was a beautiful turtle shell coat. These dogs weren't generally aggressive and were highly intelligent, just as the weimaraners were. In respect, he looked like Jack's dog. Another beautifully matched pair.
They'd all been learning together how to be guard dogs with the dog handlers on the base and learning beautifully. Now they all, both human and dog, went down to the gate room floor to greet the other team.
SG-1 hadn't been a mission with their dogs yet, nicknamed by the base SG-Woof, SG-D, but the most common was SG-K1. Hammond and the team weren't sure the dogs were quite ready yet, even though the dogs matched their owner's demeanor perfectly. Then came trouble.
"Unauthorized Incoming Wormhole! Unauthorized Incoming Wormhole!" the klaxons screamed out. The Marines went flying by O'Neill, Carter, Jackson, and Teal'c (the humans). They watched them then turned to each other. The dogs were bewildered, nothing like this had happened since they got the dogs. SG-1 turned down the hallway and ran to the control room, dogs in tow. When they all got there, they noticed that the iris wasn't closed. The dogs that had all been playing contently with each other, turned to the gate and growled. Their hackles went straight up. Jack went as so far as to growl menacingly. General looked at Jack the dog with a question, as did their human counterparts. Hammond turned to O'Neill, a question in his eyes. Jack looked down at his beloved animal and was worried. The husky held confusion in his eyes, but his body language said that something was very wrong in that gate room.