That picture always reminds me of the shoe store where I shopped for inserts for my plantar fasciitis (which is cured since I found out what was causing it).
I walked in the door and immediately two little chihuahuas came dashing at about 100 MPH from the back of the store and proceeded to demand attention.
I spent more time with them on my lap getting love, kisses, scritches, and pets than getting fitted for the inserts.
These were custom-made inserts, so I had to return to pick them up the next week, and I got the same treatment. And so did the chihuahuas. When I left, they
cried. I felt terrible! But while I was there, I just couldn’t say no to them.
They are awfully cute. :)