Remembering a Friend
by LDEJRuff
Chapter 3 - Recovering, and Finding a New Dog
One month had passed since Brian left, and it was morning in the Griffin house. The six remaining family members were having breakfast. And, as always, Vinny had cooked for the family. He was about to serve a plate at an empty spot.
"Oh, crap," he said, frowning. "I almost served Brian again."
"I wish I wasn't so hard on him," Lois said, looking down on her plate. "I can't believe it's been a month since he left us."
"Well," Stewie sighed, "at least we can still keep the doggie door for Vinny."
"You know," Lois began, "I hate to say it, but I'm starting to think we should get a new dog until he returns. And I'm starting to miss him, even though he isn't dead. I know it might take time to find the right dog, but we'll see what we can do with three dogs in the family. If Brian approves of this when he returns, if he returns, then that dog is welcome in the family."
"Are you sure this is the best way for us?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, Dad," Meg answered.
"That would be nice," Chris added.
"All right," Peter sighed. "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to look."
"Three dogs, huh?" Stewie said, shrugging. "Well, it's not all bad. After all, it beats temporarily being a family of six again and watching those depressing documentaries."
Cutaway: A title card shows up.
"And now, PBS presents: Albino Children are Normal," the announcer read.
We cut to the host interviewing an albino child.
"So," the host began, "With the exception of not being able to go out into the sun, you're completely normal?"
"Yes," the child answered. "The moon is my sun. I like to kill beetles. Beetles are teachers. I sleep with a fork."
The Griffins drove all the way to the Quahog Pet Shop where Brian bought Vinny. After they went inside, Lois said, "All right, guys. Time to find a dog and a new friend for Vinny."
As she, Peter, Meg and Vinny walked all the way to the dog section, Stewie looked up at his brother and said, "Hey, Chris, you're kind of a creep. Why don't you get a ferret?"
"Oh, you're right," Chris replied, "and I will."
Peter, Lois and Vinny looked at the dog cages, trying to find the right one.
"Vinny, I think you can choose between all these dogs better than I can," Lois said. "Why don't you choose?"
Vinny looked at the cage he was in before Brian bought him and saw an anthropomorphic Scottish Terrier with dark gray fur.
"Hey," the Scottish Terrier said with a male American accent. "I hear your family's looking for a dog."
"Indeed," Vinny agreed. "I'm Vinny. It's short for Vincenzo."
"Pleased to meet you, Vinny," the Scottish Terrier replied. "I'm Scott."
"And you're named that because you're a Scottish Terrier?" Vinny asked.
"Well," Scott began, "I'm only one-sixteenth Scottish. I've been trained to fetch, roll over, and make a family of humans feel good about themselves. So, what do you say, Vinny? Does your family have enough room for me?"
Vinny looked at his family for a second, then turned back to Scott and answered, "Yeah, I think so."
With that, Vinny opened the cage. Scott followed him to his family.
"Everyone," Vinny began, "this is Scott. He's a Scottish Terrier, and he's the perfect fit."
"Oh, a Scottish Terrier," Stewie said. "Maybe he can teach me to play golf or something."
