But the best feet are people feet. Toes. Ankles. Especially arches. Anne was putting together a piece of furniture and every time she kneeled down, I helped by licking the bottoms of her feet. Even better is when they've been working in the yard, nice sweaty boot feet with a distinct but not pretentious background of wool.
Socks are good too. Used ones. Jeff came in from working in the yard and left wonderfully stinky socks on the floor. I couldn't help it, I just wanted to taste it. Mmmm feet. I just nibbled on it a little bit...I mean they're supposed to be tube socks. Shouldn't they be a tube? Well, Anne found them and explained to me that I shouldn't chew the toes out of socks. A couple hours later I grabbed it again, it's already ruined, right? I should get to chew it. But no. Next time I'll make sure nobody is watching.