Spoiled Rotten

"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."

"They're spoiled."

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.