Coming home after a fun dinner out with friends, and what do I find waiting for me? My puppy, already kneeling on the floor in front of my seat just like I taught him. And what’s even better—the house looks a little cleaner than when I left. He’s been a good boy while Mommy was gone. He deserves a little reward. Some time worshiping my wedge heels and my fishnet-covered feet with his nose and tongue should do nicely and show him how much Mommy appreciates his loyal servitude.