Be A Good Boy Pt. 1
Here is part one of Puppy! Matt , A Pet Play piece where Marisha leaves Matt in care of Laura and Travis (Heavier on the Matt/Travis) when she leaves on business. Matt struggles to get into his head space and toes the line around his new caretakers.
5200+ words
Mature, of course
Matt finishes packing away a few things into his backpack, trying to calm his nerves as he zips it up and shrugs it on. The bag rings, a large silver bell hangs off a loop on the side next to a dog tag. It was an old tag, just round and silver, with his name engraved. Subtler then his new tag, but he likes to keep the old one around. It still meant a lot.
“Hey,” Marisha comes to the arched doorway of the livingroom. “We have to get going. I need to catch my plane.” She watches Matt with his hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans. “You ready sweetie?” She keeps her voice soft.
“Yup.” As he nods the bell rings softly.
“You can say no,” She reminds.
“I don’t want to,” He assures her, “I want to go. Just…nervous.”
“Are you excited?“
Matt smiles sheepishly, "Yeah.”
“Alright,” She moves closer and takes his face in her hands and kisses him. “Good boy.” Matt perks up as she steps back. “Come on, to the car. We have to go.” Marisha leads the way towards the door where she grabs her carry on near the door. Matt heads out the front door ahead of her, silver bell ringing brightly as he heads for the car.
Marisha pauses to lock up the house and send a text to Laura that they would be by soon. Matt settles into the passenger seat, setting his backpack on his lap. He pulls his phone out, fingers acting on their own to swipe the screen open like auto pilot and open his apps. Matt begins to quietly scroll through twitter, in an attempt to stave off nerves and distract himself.
What he is doing isn’t some unplanned last minute surprise. He and Marisha had been planning it out with Laura and Travis for weeks. Marisha was leaving the area for business more often, and leaving Matt to himself for days. And sense what Matt and Marisha did together, was no secret to their close friends Marisha had said she felt bad. Her busy schedule meant Matt isn’t getting the attention he is used to. What was a surprise was when Laura and Travis reached out to them. They were more than happy to keep Matt for her while she was gone. They were really interested in taking care of the boy.
Many talks later leaves Matt clutching his play bag to his chest with a small duffel bag in the back seat next to Marisa’s suite case. He smiles at his girlfriend as she gets into the driver’s side and puts her carry on in the back. “They said they’re excited and waiting.” She watches Matt get a little pink.
“Good, that’s good.” He nods.
“It is,” She agrees, starting the car up to head across town and drop Matt off on her way to the airport. “I’ve got your safe pack in my bag. Tell me what’s in it one last time.” She wants to keep Matt focused so he doesn’t drop down inside his own head and get lost.
“Safe pack.” Matt can picture the canvas pouch. “My wallet. Extra charger battery. Communication cards. House Keys. Um…Scissors right?”
“Yeah,” Marisha nods. “Scissors are in there. You are going to have that pouch and I’ve got something for Laura and Travis too. We are going to talk every morning and every night, and any other time you want to talk. Taliesin and Liam both know you’re here , if you need someone to come get you, or you can call an Uber. There is cash in their too if you do."
"I know,” Matt assures.
“We need to talk about it before I drop you off Matt. Now. Laura and Travis are going to stick pretty much to your normal schedule but their rules are going to be different. You need to be good, ask questions and they will talk to you. But you have to obey their rules.”
“I know, Marisha, we have talked about this. Please, you’re just making me nervous.” Matt rests his head against the window.
“I don’t want you nervous. Just a little more.”
“Fine.” Matt nods, turning the round dog tag around in his hand.
“Are you going to be okay using your bowls and your kennel there?”
“We packed them.”
“Attitude. It was a simple question.”
“Yes’m,” Matt says softly, calming himself.
Marisha lays a hand on his thigh. “Okay. You need to be nice and help them set up your things then. Okay? They won’t know how you like your things.”
“I will.” Matt assures. “They might not know how to set a crate up.”
“It’s kinda tricky. With the clasps.” She gives his leg a squeeze.
“Gotta make sure the bed is right inside.” Matt nods.
“Of course. Poor pup can’t sleep if his pillows aren’t just right.” Marisha smirks. She can see Matt relaxing as he starts to smile. “Here we are.” She carefully rolls into the drive way.
As Marisha gets out Laura and Travis come out the front door. Marisha waves to them and it prompts Matt to wave as well. Laura is beaming bright as always and quickly hugs Marisha. Travis smiles to Matt, and he is surprised by the tenderness in Travis’s smile. After only a beat of holding the man’s eyes he looks away. Specifically he looks to the back of the car where he starts to open the trunk and unload his things.
He isn’t sure what about the smile has rattled him so much. He figures it just wasn’t what he was expecting. He’d built a solid idea of what he thought Travis and Laura would be like this weekend. Somehow, that very real, very gentle smile, wasn’t it.
Matt grabs the neatly stacked and tied layers of his kennel and bedding then starts to lift it when Travis reaches out to try and help.
“Hey let me get that. You’ve got a lot.” Travis says as he tries to get a hold on the edge of the stacked kennel.
“It’s okay. I’ve got it.” Matt shakes his head.
“Hey man. Just let go. Let me get it. I’ll go put it away.” Travis assures.
“No no. I’ll carry it.” Matt doesn’t move, hands locked on the edge.
“Matt,” Marisha speaks up now. “Let Travis carry it, Matt.” She gives him a look.
Matt sets the cage down and takes a step back. Travis lifts it with much more ease the Matt could have, and heads right inside with it.
“Come on inside you two!” Laura is her ever chipper self as she leads them inside.
“I can only stay a couple minutes.” Marisha lays a hand on Matt’s back as they head in.
“Alright. Don’t want you late.” Laura nods. She gets the door for the couple, just smiling at Matt who does his best smile back. “It’s gonna be okay.”
“Yeah. I know.” Matt nods to her assurance.
She then gives him a very similar tender smile as to what Travis had. Matt gets anxious again at the smile and has to look away, only to see Travis coming back.
“Hey,” the man thumbs behind himself, looking between all three of them. “I put it in the living room? Is that a good spot for you?” He looks right to Matt.
Matt nods. “Yeah, yeah. That’s fine.”
“Either there or somewhere that’s a room you don’t use. Formal dining. Sitting room.” Marisha speaks for him. “You can move it somewhere like that if he needs to have some alone time.” She rubs Matt’s shoulder.
“Okay,” Laura looks back to Travis. “Keep it there for now. By the sofa.”
“Yup.” Travis nods, watching Marisha hand something over to both his wife and Matt. “That is his safety bag. It’s just some of his personal things. This is for you two. It’s some notes and stuff.”
Laura has been handed a small note book. “Okay. Thankyou.”
“We already talked about most of it. It’s just there if you want it.” Marisha assures her. Then turns back to Matt. “I’m going to go babe.” She leans up into his kiss. “I will let you know when I land. I will talk you tonight. Be. Good.” She holds his jaw for a moment, giving the man a stern look.
“Yes ma'am.” Matt nods. “I’m going to be good.”
“Good boy.” She pecks him again. “I’ve got to go! I will see you all in a few days.”
Matt watches quietly as Marisha leaves and closes the front door behind her. Then he turns back to Travis and Laura, smiling weakly. “How has your guy’s morning been?”
“It’s been nice. Just relaxing really.” Laura nods. “How about you take your stuff to the guest room and get comfortable?”
“Alright. Thanks.” Matt picks the duffel bag back up and heads up the stairs. He knew the house well and finds a cleanly made bed that he sets his things down on. He spends a minute on the bed, taking his shoes off and then putting his clothes away in the dresser, and his hygiene bag in the bathroom. He leaves his backpack by the bed before heading down in his socks.
“Laura?” He calls, as he peers around for the couple.
“We’re in here Matt,” She calls out.
Matt finds them in living room, the kennel set up, tucked between Travis’s side table by the sofa, and a soft chair. Laura is down on the carpet as Travis hands her the last of the bedding which she arranges. Matt rocks on his heels as he watches them.
“Do you have anything else you want to put in here?” Laura asks as she stands back up.
“Uh. Not right now, maybe later."
Travis gives the kennel a shake to check if it was put together well. "Where is your stuff?"
"I put everything up.”
“Bring it.” Travis motions back to the stairs.
Matt feels a heat in his belly. “I…Okay.” Matt turns back around and heads back upstairs, to grab his backpack. He thinks for a moment of taking some things out, but just heads downstairs with his backpack ringing softly with him.
“This is all the other stuff I brought.” Matt shrugs. “You don’t really have to bother with most of it. If you have questions,” he trails off as Laura takes his bag with a big smile.
“Sit. We will ask if we need, promise.” She assures him.
Matt settles down into the chair next to his kennel, trying to ignore it. He pulls his phone out, trying to focus on Twitter as Laura and Travis start to empty his bag. First to come out are toys.
“Aww, it’s cute,” Laura squeezes the squeaker inside his small, crochet, cow, then sets it down with a large plush dragon.
Next to come out is his carefully bundled leathers and a single bundle of cotton rope. Laura spends a minute checking out a wrist cuff while Travis empties the bag. A transparent makeup pouch gets set out and ignored. Matt’s face is red, packed inside are his tail plugs, and a bottle of lube. But the other couple doesn’t spare it a glance.
“Here we go.” Travis nods as he pulls out two stain less steel bowl, stacked inside each other, but curled up inside the top one is a bright red collar. “Come here.” He waves Matt over.
Matt is hesitant as he gets to his feet and comes over to the sofa. "We can wait on all that.“
"Nope. Down. I’m a strong believer that pup’s need to keep their tags on, just in case. Down.” Travis points to the carpet.
“Babe, be nice.” Laura lays a hand on his arm.
“He’s fine. If we don’t start this now and keep up with it he will back out."
Matt is red in the face her settles down on his knees at Travis’s side. He jumps a little when the man’s large hand pushes into his hair and lowers his head.
"Whoa there buddy,” Travis says softly. “You’re alright. Got to get all this out of the way for a moment,” Travis strokes Matt’s hair a little more before pushing it aside to fasten the collar.
Matt has a couple of collars, and he had choose to bring his most standard collar, which is soft, woven, red, cotton collar. It was the most gentle on his skin, light, with a plastic buckle. Unlike any leather or metal collars that he really can’t wear for more than a few hours at most.
Travis fixes the collar, Matt has a little shiver as the bright chrome tag bounces against his throat with little jolts of cold. Travis tugs on the tag, turning it in his fingers with a grin. “That’s cute.” He chuckles at the silver bone, watching Matt blush as he tugs at the collar. “So is that.” he taps the back of his hands against the man’s face.
Matt gives a soft whine and scoots back. Travis let’s him back up some but when Matt shifts onto his hand and knees and starts to move away, Travis snaps his fingers. “No. Stay. Let Laura see."
Matt squirms on all fours as Laura leans forward. "Oh look at you, cutie. You look great. It’s a nice color."
Travis holds out Matt’s squeaky cow now, looking at him expectantly. Matt carefully takes it in his mouth, holding Travis’s eyes. Then the other man tosses his dragon toy over by the kennel and rub’s Matt’s head.
Laura is relaxing against the sofa pillows with the small note book Marisha had given her. "Found his schedule."
"Yeah? What we got?” Travis fishes the last of the toys out of the bag, and leaves the rest in there. He sets the food bowls onto of the cage and puts everything else back in the bag, tossing Matt’s toys on the floor. “We are going to keep this.” Travis sets the backpack between himself and Laura.
Matt frowns a little around his toy cow. Then he tells himself to just behave and to follow the new rules. He tries to be good by picking up his toys and moves them into his kennel. He has a toy basket at home where most of his toy’s still where, but he decides without his back pack he’d keep them in his kennel.
As Travis and Laura are going over the note book together Matt rearranges his kennel. It had been nice of Laura to set it up but he had a way he likes things. He drags everything out, leaving only the buffer in the bottom which is just a soft cotton liner that keeps the metal and plastic away from Matt’s skin. Then Matt starts to shove the round bed pillow back into the kennel when Travis leans over and smacks him on the ass.
Matt freezes as he is, looking over his shoulder at the couple on the sofa.
“I don’t think pup’s use their hands.” Travis shakes his head.
Matt looks to his hands and let’s go of his bed. He stares at it a moment then at his kennel. He attempts to push it through with his head but he just can’t make it fit without bending it.
Matt looks back at Travis and whines, sitting down by his bedding with a pout.
Travis shakes his head. “Made a mess didn’t ya?”
Matt drops his head in his pout, then paws at his bed. Travis gets up and kneels down by the kennel. “Give me your bed. Give."
Matt bites down on the edge and growls softly as he drags it over to Travis. Travis rubs Matt’s head before shoving the bed in through the kennel door.
Matt grabs another pillow, smaller now, and doesn’t have much trouble pulling it into the cage. It’s slow work to set up his bedding this was, it’s tiring, hot, and Matt wears down by the times he is laying the sheet over top of everything. Finally he huffs and grunts as he turns around and squishes his pillows, trying to form his normal cozy space. Once that was done he steps out and comes over to Travis again. He plops down at the man’s feet and stares intently at him.
Travis looks down for a moment, "What? What do you want?”
Matt lifts his left hand.
“Oh!” Laura, flips through the note book. “I saw this.”
Matt leans forward, speaking softly. “I just wa- AH!” Travis leans over and gave a firm smack to his nose.
“No, you weren’t told to speak. Be good and wait.” Travis scolds him.
Matt whines and just keeps his left paw raised. He was surprised at how tight to the rules Travis and Laura were. He sulks quietly, not liking how he kept getting scolded.
“He’s thirsty.” Laura says, and shows Travis the page where body signals were all spelled out.
Matt nods and pants for a moment to confirm.
“I’ll get him some water.” Travis rubs Matt’s head as he passes by, grabbing the bowls from the top of the kennel.
Laura motions Matt closer. “I saw you had treats in here.” She digs into the bag, finding a glass storage wear full of one bite peanut butter cookies. Written in sharpie across the top was the words Treat and a doodle of a bone.
Matt scoots forward as Laura takes a few of the cookies out and puts the bowl back.
She looks at him a moment then the note book. “Shake?"
Matt holds his right paw out. Laura laughs softly and shakes it.
"Good. Up?"
Matt sits up on his knees for just a moment before landing back down on his hands.
"Oh, wait. Up.”
Matt sits back up.
“Hold."
He stays up now, paws held against his belly.
"Paws up!” Laura was getting excited now.
Matt wiggles his hips, smiling at how happy she seemed. He lifts his paws up together against his chest. Laura now sets a cookie on his paws which Matt snatches up quickly.
Laura hums a moment, still holding one cookie, watching Matt hold his position. “Can you beg?” Matt just stares. “We can wait on that one,” Laura smiles softly. “Roll."
Matt shifts back for more room, then onto his belly, before rolling over.
"Good boy. Here.” Laura holds the cookie out.
Matt gets up, and inches forward. He watches her closely as he leans forward, being ever so careful as he takes the cookie. He didn’t want to touch her with his teeth and get in any real trouble.
“You spoiling him already?” Travis comes back with one of the bowls and a glass of water. Matt watches him closely as he chews up his cookie.
“No. It was only two. And he did tricks.” Laura reaches over, gently rubbing Matt’s neck around the collar. He leans back into her legs and tilts his head, happy to soak up the soft hands and nice scratches.
“Uh huh.” Travis sets the bowl down by the kennel and pours the water glass in. “There you go pup.”
Matt glances to Travis then back at Laura, frowning openly.
“Go. Go drink.” She pushes his shoulders now.
Matt gets back on all fours and moves over to the bowl. He sits down in front of it and just stares at it a moment. His bowls were not allowed on carpet at home. Not that they had a lot of carpet to begin with. He was nervous of making a mess of their floor.
He whines softly for a moment then louder and turns back to them. He just shakes his head, whining when they look over.
“Hush,” Travis says. “Drink. You need to drink your water."
"It’s alright Matt. Go ahead.” Laura urges.
Matt looks back to the bowl with a small huff. He gets down onto his belly, holding the bowl between paws to keep it still. He begins to drink slow and carefully. Thirst quickly takes him though, and he drinks more eager. The only real mess made is the water running onto his chin. Matt snorts softly and rubs his face on his shirt once he finishes most of the bowl.
After his drink Matt checks around to see if any of his toys are laying out any longer. He only finds his dragon and a ball with a bell inside, which he grabs and it jingles as he tosses into his kennel to put away.
“Things comfy for you in there now Matt?” Laura smiles.
Matt turns to look back at her then sits down on his cushion and nods.
“Hey. You fit pretty well in there,” Travis leans over and closes the kennel, latching it. “Perfect fit."
Matt whines and pushes on the crate door, giving it a little shake.
"Babe, don’t lock him in there right now. He doesn’t need that.” Laura urges.
“I know, I’m not locking him in. I just wanted to have a look see of how well he fits. He looks comfortable.” Travis opens the kennel again. “Come here boy. Come here.” Travis pats his knee.
Matt shakes himself as he steps out of the kennel, eyeing Travis for a moment, just one hand out of his crate. Then he slowly crawls out and up to sit at Travis’s feet.
“Yeah, see, he’s okay,” Travis scratch’s Matt’s head. “Look at him, can’t quit smiling."
Matt was surprised to find just that. He is smiling lazily and leaning up into Travis’s warm hand. He wasn’t use to the feeling of a man’s hand. Marisha has long, slender fingers that were soft, her nails were just a little long and trimmed clean. Travis has large strong fingers, and a heavy hand, much warmer and calloused then Marisha’s. It felt nice when Travis would give his hair little tugs, of his blunt nails would dig at his scalp. It was strange, and nice.
"Matt? Pup. You’re spacing out on us boy."
Matt blinks and looks back up to them.
"Hey there. Good to see you.” Travis laughs a bit.
Matt huffs as him and gives himself a shake as he gets back up onto all fours. He turns around and grabs his plush dragon, its tail in his teeth. He moves around the coffee table, onto the rug that is already on top of carpet. He settles down on his belly rubbing his face against the toy as he gets comfortable. When Laura starts to giggle, Matt peaks up only to see him pointing a phone at him. Scowling at her Matt rolls onto his side to keep his back to her.
“Oh don’t pout, I’m sending it to Marisha.” She assures.
Matt grumbles and curls up. He nips at the nose of his toy, arms stretched out lazily in front of him. He wasn’t sure what else to do, not feeling comfortable to just wander the house.
“Matt,” Laura calls out. When he lifts his head she asks, “Did you eat breakfast?"
Mat sits up on his elbows and looks back at them, seeing they have returned to that note book. He nods, shifting to sit up on his knees. He sees Travis take the note book.
"Says here, you got to get some exercise before lunch and rest.” Travis points at Matt. “That’s why he’s being grumpy. Needs a walk.”
Matt glares, not appreciating the statement.
“Alright,” Laura nods. “Let’s go on a walk. I could get a coffee."
"One second.” Travis flips through the book for a moment, stopping to read something then sets it aside. “Matt come."
Matt gets onto his hands and knees and returns back to Travis’s feet, giving him a huff before sitting and lowering his head so his collar can be taken off. Travis takes the collar and turns it around for a moment, but Matt feels the buckle at his throat. In a moment of confusion Matt scoots back, not sure what was happening. Then his collar rides up and tightens against his throat. Matt yips and jumps back harder, squirming to try and get away from the collar, but his collar just tightens up further against his throat. Matt then drops down onto his belly, trying to escape. He lays there a moment, breathing against the carpet.
"Are you done with that now? Are you going sit still.” Travis asks above him.
Matt is going to answer when his collar tugs again and he follows it now, lifting his head looking up to Travis. It’s now that Matt sees what is pulling him around, the leash in the other man’s hand. Matt leans back, watching the leash tighten along where it is clipped beneath his jaw.
“There we go, you’re okay,” Travis murmurs, reaching out to gently touch the boy’s head. But Matt pulls back against the leash, shaking his head and whining loudly. "Hey. Hey calm down.“ Travis tries to get ahold of Matt to calm his fighting.
Matt responds by just scooting back another few inches, fighting against the leash. Matt turns his head and nips at the matching red rope of his leash, sinking is teeth into it with a soft growl.
"Hey!” Travis gives firm tug. “Knock it off! Bad!”
Matt goes still, starring up at Travis with wide eyes as he is stunned by the hard, commanding voice he has so rarely heard. It holds Matt’s entire focus as he is mesmerized by the dominate man.
Travis is holding a finger up to Matt for a moment before nodding. "That’s better. You need to calm down and behave. I know you can use a leash. You know how this works. We are going to go on a walk, and you’re going to behave or we are going to have problems. Alright?"
Matt nods squirming a moment before he ducks his head and leans forward to bump his head against the hand that Travis is pointing to him.
Travis relaxes and runs his fingers through the boy’s hair. "That’s it. That’s a good boy. You’re alright.” He rubs Matt’s head. "You ready to go walk?“
Matt looks back up and nods bashfully, keeping his head ducked slightly.
"Shoes. Go get your shoes.” Travis lets go of the leash and motions for Matt to go.
Matt moves towards the stairs on all fours, glancing back at the couple when he reaches the stairs. Seeing as Travis is watching him, Matt climbs the steps on all fours and waits till he is in his borrowed room to stand. Matt is trying to ignore the leash bumping against his chest as he laces up his converse. He also tries to ignore the heat coiling low in his belly. He found it crazy that this would be having such a strong effect on him. Sure, he hadn’t gotten to play pup much recently, but still. Travis was putting him on edge.
Matt hasn’t been with many men aside from Taliesin. But Taliesin was nothing like Travis. Taliesin was soft, his voice was gentle, sure it could get deep but Travis just was deep. Hard. Muscles. Heat. Matt shivers and gets back to his feet, hearing Laura call for him.
“Thought you’d gotten lost,” She smiles from the bottom of the stairs when he gets there.
“Sorry. I’m alright.” He watches Laura reach out and take the leash. She is watching him closely as she does before she gives it a little tug. Matt takes another step towards her, watching a big smile curl across her face.
“Travis. Baby. You ready?” She calls out to him.
Travis comes around in his coat, house keys in one hand. “Yup. You gonna hold him?”
“No, you take him. I’ll be carrying my purse and coffee.” She hands the leash off.
Matt ducks his head and steps closer to Travis as the man wraps the leash around his wrist.
“Let’s go then. Come on,” Travis gets the door and lets Laura out before tugging Matt out. “You’re very unexcited for your walk.”
“I’m excited.” Matt speaks softly, eyes scanning out on the street, at every car and person that passes.
Travis tugs on the leash, “Eyes down. Heel.” He commands before he starts walking.
Matt is a little confused and very flustered, and scrambles to follow after Travis. “Uh where are we go-.”
Travis cuts him off by smacking Matt on the thigh. “Heel."
"Ah! So-sorry.” He slows down, falling in behind Travis now. Matt keeps his eyes locks down on the side walk, watching the cracks pass by under his Converse, and the different shades of slabs of concrete.
Travis reaches back and rubs Matt’s neck, squeezing gently as his thumb presses carefully circles against Matt’s throat. “Good boy. Good heel."
Matt shivers, heat surging low in his belly, chest swelling up under the praise. "Thankyou, sir.” He bumps her head against Travis'es hand, but the man doesn’t pet him, just drops his hand and keeps pace with his wife.
Matt listens to Laura and Travis chat about dinner. There were deciding what to do with some porckchops they had. Matt was trying to decide what to do with his himself. On walks he usually talked with Marisha, and often times carried her purse or their groceries. Now he had to walk quietly, and it left him kind of squirmy with nothing to do.
After another block is crossed, Matt picks his head up and glances around wanting to check out where they are going. Passerbys get more frequent as they get out of the neighborhood and towards a small shopping district. Matt keeps his head up, with Travis either not caring or noticing, and looks around now.
He sees that not too many people are looking at them, or his situation. A few glance at him and would smile a little, and he would smile back. One teenage girl waves a little as she passes by so Matt waves back. He knows he must be red in the face and down his neck, embarrassed as everyone around on the street gets to see him on his leash.
Travis laughs quietly. “See. He’s all calmed down now.” Matt looks to the couple is now watching him. “He got worked up over nothing.”
Matt pouts under their amused gazes, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets.
“Aww pouty puppy pouty puppy.” Laura steps back to him and gently squishes his cheeks between her palms. A small group of people pass by, laughing and watching them as they pass.
Matt groans and leans back against his leash, shaking his head to wiggle free of Laura’s hands. He turns to look over his shoulder at the passing group, straining the leash now, and huffs at the group, lip curled a little at being laughed at.
Travis reaches over, grabbing Matt’s collar and pull’s the younger man in close. “Eyes down.”
“I was just, -they,” Matt stammers under Travis’s stern look. He drops his head finally. “Sorry sir."
"Keep that up and you’re going to end up in a muzzle.” Travis warns.
Matt whines, shoulders curving in. He genuinely hated his muzzle. It was so shameful to be shown he can’t be trusted with his own mouth.
“I will be good sir. No muzzle."
"We will see. Come on, walk sign is on. Laura will order for you.” Travis says as they start to cross the last street to the cafe.
