Like a good boy, you crawl over to the bottoms of my dirty slippers and you wait for further instruction. I demand you use your tongue to clean the dirty tread from the bottoms and when I slide them off to reveal how worn and dirty the insoles are, it drives you wild. But you aren’t allowed to sniff them. Not until you own them. And to own them, you are required to bid high and win. Does my obedient foot lover have what it takes to enjoy the pure pleasure of burying his nose inside my dirty, worn out slippers? I hope so.