Indica leads you on a collar and leash as she sits down for lunch. Well, she eats lunch while you sit quietly at her feet. She was at the pet store today getting things for you, and she casually mentions the guy who helped her there was very good-looking and gave her real-man vibes. Coincidentally, he just texted Indica—yes, your girlfriend gave him her phone number. After all, he gave her some interesting training techniques that she thinks will come in handy for training you. In fact, she asked him if he would come over to the house for some “personal training.” Indica notices you whining and tells you she may have to use clicker training on you, just like the cute sales guy recommended. She realizes she didn’t feed you today, but she doesn’t really feel like sharing any of her food right now, so instead she decides to give you an appetizer by letting you lick her feet clean, since they’re kind of dirty after walking around all day. As you lick, she says you’re doing a good job obeying, but she still thinks it might be best to bring a real man into the home to show you the ropes and assert his dominance in the house, along with your girlfriend, of course. Speaking of, the pet store guy just texted her and asked her out to dinner tonight. Maybe she’ll just convince him to come to the house instead. Anyway, she’s finished eating, so she cuts up a little of her leftovers and puts a few scraps in your dog bowl. Now eat up!