My physical therapist stopped at the living room chest holding the contents of the box Steve was unpacking. "Your dogs are not too spoiled, are they?" she laughed.
"What does she mean, by that," the Girls wanted to know after Steve had seen her out and closed the door.
Roman and Diva already got the joke and stood at Steve's feet. "Let's show her spoiled, Dad. Tear open one of those treat bags and share," Diva suggested.
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