Part One: Puppy Power!
Phase one was small, literally. Phase one whimpered from its' covered cage in the backseat of his car.
Earthly animals were popular pets on other planets but the Plumbers had banned their sale or removal from earth. Unfortunately the demand was high enough that there was a black market. One he had worked in and still had contacts in. So getting his hands on an eight week old wolf cub was only a matter of how much he would pay for one. He knew Gwen loved animals and she had mentioned once or twice that she wanted to look into getting a pet. She was living with him so her getting a pet wasn't the problem; the problem was he considered dogs, from those stupid little purse dogs to the great Saint Bernard, too wimpy for their life. The thing needed to know how to survive at any cost. So he had began looking into Canis Lupus Familiarius's sturdier great whatever grandfather; Canis Lupus. With enough proper training a wolf, specifically a Grey Wolf, would be able to survive alien attacks.
Their morning and afternoon schedule had remained much the same since they had met up that second time. He would drive her to wherever she was for the day, now Bellwood Elementary School for her job as a second grade teacher, and he picked her up after school was over. And so there he waited, leaning against his car with arms crossed and head bowed as he was dozing. Then the bell rang, startling him awake as students flooded out. After the students came his redhead.
He pulled the crate from the backseat and broke open the specially designed leash and collar. The cub whimpered again as he reached in to fit the collar around it's neck and he frowned; that rat might have given him a wuss cub, he couldn't have bought Gwen a wussy cub. Wanting to test this fear he slowed his movements; after all, the runt might just have been scared of a bigger creature. Indeed it stopped whimpering and let him snap the black leather collar shut. And then clinch the sturdy, thick natural fiber rope leash onto the collar.
The cub was patiently sitting for his new mistress by the time she came near enough to see that, "That's not a puppy Kev."
"Brilliant as always Sweet-cheeks…" he rolled his eyes, "he's a Grey Wolf cub, saved from the black market."
She set her bag down and knelt, reaching forward to pull the cub close. He came with a whimper; she shushed him gently as she looked him over. "Gunnolf," she finally christened him, gathering him up carefully and standing. Kevin grinned as he watched her climb into her usual seat carefully, still holding 'Gunnolf'. He grabbed her bag and the cargo crate and threw them in the back before shutting her door carefully and rounding to his side and jumping in, starting them on their way home.
Phase one was a complete success.