I return home after an elegant dinner, wearing a little black dress and black leather boots that require a thorough cleaning before I return. On the threshold my doormat is waiting for me in position, it is in real flesh but for me it is only an object with the function of cleaning my soles and therefore I use it in silence completely ignoring it. I climb onto him with my boots, rub them well both on his abdomen and on his face to take advantage of the different consistencies of his body and clean thoroughly. He also licks and only when I'm satisfied do I enter the house