DEAR ABBY: I’ve been with my boyfriend for nine wonderful years. He’s loving, loyal, funny and one of the best cooks I’ve ever known. We share our home with two small and terribly spoiled Yorkies who are the center of his world. So much so, in fact, that he cooks gourmet meals -- FOR THEM. I’m not exaggerating.

Last week, the dogs had Wagyu steak with a drizzle of bone broth reduction. I dined on a turkey sandwich from the fridge that had expired two days earlier and a bag of potato chips. It’s not that I don’t love the dogs. I do. They’re family. But I’m starting to feel like the roommate who gets the leftovers while the VIPs dine on prime cuts. He treats me well in every other way. But Abby, is it too much to ask for equal steak rights in my own home? -- SECOND TO THE YORKIES

DEAR SEC

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