It's a hot day and My feet are sweaty even in these light sandals. Locked in the cage with his neck secured in a collar and his head sticking out, sit is waiting for Me patiently. he can feel the smell from half a meter and would really love to touch and kiss My feet, but he can't do anything without My permission. Unable to move, he can only wait for Me to place My toes close to his face. Even so, sit's short tongue can't reach My perfect feet right in front of him; I find his predicament quite amusing. When he is finally allowed to touch My sweaty feet, sit worships every centimeter he is... Show more