Bottom of the Food Chain

Even the customer-mistress’s pet dog seems to understand that I am an inferior creature at the very bottom of the food chain. It growls menacingly at me as I lickshine its mistress’s black and white sneakers – as if warning me to do a god job on them!

To be honest, I envy the young woman’s pet pooch – for to have the ‘freedom’ to follow such a beautiful goddess to sneakered and socked heel, on all fours and on a leash, would be an honour for man or beast!


















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