It's not supposed to be good or bad,just an idea that popped into my head. Also, it's not canon to my other family Guy fanfiction,The Unknown Griffin,...so don't expect to see Cindy, Britney or Jessica here. Enjoy this...thing.Hello. You mayhave heardabout me. My name is Chris Griffin, and not much is known about me. I'm mainly considered a "space occupier", among other things, but that's only because everyone's too busypaying attention to either Brian, Stewie or Peter. There's a lot more to me. He could have just notified someone.“Her foot moved when the dog licked and nipped at the toe. It nearly scared the shit out of me, when it jerked. When I knew she was somewhat alive, I gave her CPR to get her pulse stronger and her lungs sucking better air. I had to take her. Either way, I had to ride the horse over the mountain shoulder, transfer to my truck and drive a long way. I don’t have phone service at the house.”He sat up straighter, “You the guy living in the old Olsen place?” Jake. From that day on, my quizzes, lab work, and tests were some of the worst grades in the class. I made completely sure that I would never score above a 40%. Then the waiting began. I began to constantly check my email for any sign of an email to meet Professor X regarding my poor grades. Everyday, I checked. One Thursday, I finally received and email from Professor X. I could hardly contain my excitement. The email stated: “Please meet me at my office tomorrow at 5 pm. I wish to discuss a. Whenever something bothers the dog, which is most usually in the middle of the night, he (or she) can usually be counted on to bring you out of a sound sleep. All in all, I just did not want a dog, but Steph did and so we got a dog, a big Great Dane and she named it Max.Steph was a runner and she runs a good five miles a day, usually in the cool of the evening, and she would take the dog with her. She would usually be gone for an hour and forty-five minutes to two hours and that was what I.