"Your dogs are spoiled rotten," my sister said. "They eat better than my daughter does."
"No, they aren't," I retorted. "We're just responsible pet owners."
I looked over at our two dogs, romping and splashing in their swimming pool. "They are not."
A wistful sigh as my niece sat beside us on the lawn chair. "I wish I was a dog," she said.
I looked at her, surprised. "Honey! Why would you want to be a dog?"
She fixed her eyes on me. "I wish I was your dog."
My sister smirked. "I rest my case," she said.