So I go for a walk with my humans. They have shoes on, meaning I should have known it was going to be a tough walk. They don’t wear shoes often and I don’t own any. Go figure. I’m a dog.
We get halfway across the island, we’re in the Bahamas, when I stop.
“My feet hurt,” I bark.
“What’s the matter, Farley?” Kristina asks. She always notices first when I’m in trouble. I’m beginning to think she has a soft spot for me.
I hold out my paw to her and look as pathetic as I can.
“My feet hurt. These rocks are too sharp,” I bark and then wag my tail, just to make sure I’m being cute.
She understands and gives Matt her most pathetic look. He laughs, and I know I’ve won.
Matt picks me up and carries me across the sharp bits. Do they love me or what?