Memphis, Travis and Demon in the garden, Saturday afternoon OTA
Saturdays were a day of being lazy. The heat helped everybody else feel that too, Memphis concluded as he decided Demon needed to be somewhere he wouldn't leave drool patterns. He'd jabbed at Travis enough to have the boy go with them down to the garden, even if he was still being sourly mopey.
Now, Travis was laying under a tree in a shady spot as Memphis bounced a tennis ball on the walkway. Demon, panting under a bench, simply stared at him like he was stupid for thinking that ball would be fetched.
Memphis whistled and looked curiously at Demon. "Wanna play fetch or should I just play catch with Travis?"