Thinking about Pup!Whitaker and Pup!Langdon and their respective owners Jack and Robby
Jack invites Robby and puppy frank over for a play date and let’s just say Michael was astounded at how well behaved puppy Dennis is, compared to his snotty nosed, loose lipped mutt.
Frank was always a sweet boy when he wanted to be. Most of the time he turned his tail up at anyone else, acting as if he were better than any puppy or daddy around. Of course he would nevvver act like that around Jack, noooo Abbot ran a tight ship whether he held the key the his collar or not; disrespect was not the be tolerated.
So here they sit Robby and Abbot sitting on a leather couch in Jack’s living room watching or more like observing the pups playtime. Den held a brown teddy bear close to his chest, a small burgundy collar bound around his throat and a cute tan matching shirt and shorts. He watched puppy Frank discard a rope and pick up another out of the litter of toys he had scattered around him. Dennis picked up the rope and started to naw on it, silly puppy.
Frank dropped the squeaky he had and tried to snatch the rope from Den, who had a surprisingly tight grip on it. Dennis snarled while Frank tipped trying to snatch it back from the boy. Frank whipped his head towards his owner flashing those baby blue eyes, Robby sighed leaning forward placing his hand on his neck. “Maybe we can let Den play with the toy, look at all the ones we brought.” He tried to reason but, just like the spoiled brat he is Frank whined.
But before Robby could coddle him anymore Jack intervenes. “Uh uh.” Dennis drops the toy and Franks ears are basically pinned to his head, barely holding onto the toy anymore. “You’re being a rude puppy, Frank. Is this how you treat others?” He doesn’t even sound like he’s asking Frank. “No it’s not seems like you’re too use to my friend here giving you everything you want.” Frank whimpered, folding in on himself, eyes darting between his owner and the one one reprimanding him right now. Michael just shrugged his shoulders.
Jack looks over his shoulder, “Maybe you need a stronger hand a little bit more discipline.” Robby nodded, petting Whitaker on the back of the head, silent permission.
Jack grabs Frank by the back of his blue collar dragging him to the nearest room with a door, closing it and locking it. It’s not long before yips and yowls are heard from the room along with the sound of hand hitting skin. “I’m sorry sir, I’m a rude bratty puppy, I’m sorry, really!!” It just kept flowing out, maybe he was finally learning his lesson.
Jack always had a softer hand for his puppies, especially Frank. Robby tried to keep the smirk away. Maybe all puppy Frank needed was a stronger hand and Jack could provide it. Frank could be a good boy after all, he just needed a little push.
