They're wrapped around my furry little paw, fulfilling my every canine desire.
Whenever nature calls or the sudden urge to snap at a squirrel takes hold of me, I scamper my furry little butt over to my leash, grab it with my teeth and drag it over to my masters. When I'm not beguiling my owners, I can be found napping peacefully, chewing on my favorite bone or searching the kitchen floor for forgotten crumbs.I just flop over, poke my little pink tongue out and BAM, I get all the belly scratches I could want. I get them on command.