Most. Spoiled. Dogs. EVER.

They weren’t outside when their buddy delivered the mail, although he did greet Abbey through the window. Several minutes ago I let them outside and shortly afterward I heard the mail truck.

On his way out of the neighborhood, our carrier stopped to give both dogs the bacon strips he carries, getting out of his truck and walking over to Abbey at the end of her leash. Maggie lurked by his truck door and he pet her from his seat, saying, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”