Lawrence gulps and looks at her meekly. He’s not sure how to be more elegant but he will try his best. He nods and feels ashamed of just how obedient he’s become, but he knows he’s had little choice. Vera opens the front door and leads him outside. Instinctively he covers his genitals but is instructed not to. He gulps and relaxes his arms as he carefully descends the few steps and steps onto the gravel. Worried that he’ll stumble and fall onto the uneven and gritty surface, he glances across the yard towards the kennel he’s spent so many nights in, and fears that she might be leading him there. Instead she walks him around the the side of the large detached house to a large well kept garden. Vera doesn’t rush him but she does encourage him to try to walk elegantly with his back straight and head high. Fearful of displeasing her, Lawrence does his best to comply to Vera’s wishes.
When Lawrence was confined to the kennel he’d become hardened to the elements, but after a few weeks indoors he’s softened somewhat. Vera leads him along a winding garden path and his naked and hairless body is soon peppered with goose pimples, causing him to huddle his arms around himself when the wind picks up. “You’re not cold are you?” Vera asks him. Unable to verbally respond, Lawrence replies with a simple nod. “Maybe you need a night in your kennel to harden you up.” she suggests, causing Lawrence to stop and abruptly shake his head as he mouths the word ‘no’. Vera says nothing. She continues walking and he has no choice but to follow.