Yesterday, he decided I needed a "back massage" after playing in his water fountain. The combination of freezing wet paws and being extremely ticklish was quite the experience. Of course, being the supportive parent I am, I suffer in relative silence, trying to keep my twitchs and laughter to a minimum to not scare him away. There's no need to say I'm pussy whipped; it is evident.
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You're just well-trained.
Fairie G, happy you've given me two reasons to use the word pussy in sentence in the last ten minutes :)