Not So Fresh Feet
Into this neurosis, add three dogs. Fun, charismatic, filthy, dogs. The other day, Sal, the moose of a chocolate lab, comes over and sits on my bare foot. Right on it. At first, I noticed how warm it was under his ass. Then I began to wonder if he wasn't using the top of my foot as hairy toilet paper. He soon got up to go do something or another and the next dog that passed in front of me starting intently sniffing the top of my foot.
Damn it! Time to boil my feet.