Being a Beatle can be many things, hectic, exciting, stressful and even scary if the fans got too much for them. But for the second youngest, Paul McCartney, it could be lonely once the tours were done. His bandmates all had wives and kids to return to, but all he had was a girlfriend whom he felt was going nowhere with.

"I don't mind me time at all, especially after being in such cramped hotel rooms and interview desks for so long.. But some form of company would be nice. Jane's always out and about for whatever movie she's gonna be in next.. I could ask her to quit so she could stay with me at all times. Nah, that wouldn't be fair to her."

Opening up the newspaper, the bassist found an ad on puppies for sale. "Puppies huh? Well I do remember John telling me he was never alone at Mimi's with all her cats around him. Maybe that's the kind of company I could use."

Getting up, Paul followed the address to an old looking farmhouse. "Hope I'm not too late, I'd love to see the puppies they have in store!"

Just on the porch was an old sheepdog with just one last puppy left in her doggie bed. "Aw, well one is better than none. How much for the last puppy?"

"You want her? No one would take the poor girl because they wanted the smaller and cuter looking pups. She's yours for just five pounds."

"Only five huh? I'll take her! She looks like she could use a good home." Gently picking her up, Paul placed the puppy in the back seat and drove back. "Alright, now you'll just need a leash, a collar, some food and a bed. For now you can sleep on a couch cushion. Oh right! I still don't have a name for you yet!"

The puppy made herself comfortable on the couch as Paul went out to get the pet supplies. Even though he wouldn't be out for long, she got bored easily and decided to trot around the house. Her eyes were set on the piano in Paul's living room, hopping up onto the seat, she sniffed around, wondering what it was.

Lifting up the key cover with her snout, she pressed against each of the keys, jumping whenever music came out. She soon found it fun making her own little tune so she tapped her little paws on it.

"Okay little girl I'm back!" Paul called, but she wasn't on the couch. "Huh? Where could she have gone? And who's that on me piano?"

Heading to the living room, he tried his hardest not to squeal seeing how adorable she looked trying to play her own music. "You silly girl, seems you got an ear for good music too. But I still need to think of a name. How about.... Hmm... How does Martha sound?"

The puppy smiled and rubbed herself against his legs in response. "Heh, I'm guessing you like that. Well Martha. Welcome to the McCartney family."