So that means you've prepared a sandwich platter and you're inviting me over, right? (Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, please say yes . . . )
Them not letting go of me gave me my first clue.....then finding the doors locked and bolted gave me another....the thick metal thing around my ankle and the heavy chain kind of gave the game away and confirmed that they were keepers that liked two keep things...:)D
Hey, hey, hey, hey! Let's not get carried away here with exaggerations! "Thick metal thing"? Please, Louise, you've been after me since AnswerBag days to give you green ribbons, but when I do it, you blow the whole thing out of proportion and cry foul! Grrrrr.
If my dog gives me a "high paw", that's all I care about. I really am not "trying' to be accepted by people. I am beyond the insecure teeny bopper years.