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My husband, Steven Goodman, braved the rain to find my lost puppy. But the nanny, Amy Brown, lashed out at me loudly, "Why didn't you look for your own dog? What, you don't have hands and feet? "If Steven gets sick, can you afford that?" I froze. Stevend gave Amy a comforting look, then turned to me and said flatly, "Amy is only worried about me. Don't be angry." His expression was so calm, as if he were merely talking about what to have for lunch. I shook my head and glanced at the camera on the puppy's collar. "Is it my turn to speak? "If I recall correctly, I saw you two in the woods when I was walking the dog. "Oh, and your nanny stole my jewelry. That's enough to put her away for three to five years."