All I can see from my point of view are just gorgeous, delicious looking boots coming in the front door ... one after the other ... I only recognise the first pair as it is my owner, I licked those spotless and shining before she went out clubbing with friends. She has never showed me to any of her friends before, I have always been heavely restrained in the attic when she has company over. They have just come back from the club after a night out and I can smell the cigarettes put out by their boots and spilled drinks they have stepped in. Heck, their soles are practically sticking to the floor as they walk in. I am both terrefied of these new girls walking in and excited beyond imagination as I know very well my owner will command me to lick all of their boots clean, one at a time and that id what I live for, why I exist. And I am happy with that. I have a purpous. I am useful.
