“Go and get your toy - fetch! Good boy. Do you want to go to walkies?” “Woof” Miss Petite leads her puppy out of his pen. "Lie down. Good boy. Sit. Roll over. That was to slow - faster. Good boy”. "Is he going to sniff my bottom as I walk past? Yes he might do that". Puppy starts humping Tiffany’s leg. Miss Petite slaps him “bad dog that’s why these need to come off, to stop you humping legs”.