What’s this? I come home from the pound and run into your wimpy ass along the way. I should just pummel you into a pulp for standing in my way and get on with my day, but since you’re here, why not have a little fun? After all, you can surely find a way to make yourself useful can’t you? Repay your debt to this school yard bully by becoming by ultimate foot slave; be my shoe brush, sock sniffer, foot rest and door mat… I know deep down you secretly revel in the fact that you get to be so close these precious puppies. Smell, taste, lick and feel their power over you. You’re such a freak.