We threw open the doors and windows this morning to let in the spectacular spring weather. Our place is sheltered, but there is no denying the proximity of the neighbors, so I wasn't surprised to hear voices floating in through the kitchen window. The baby talk was another matter, though.
Yes! We think you're beautiful. Yes, we do. You are gorgeous!
I stopped chopping parsley and looked out, but I couldn't see who it was. The praise continued. I stepped into the dining room. "Is someone talking to one of our pets?" I asked Heidi, who was reading on the couch with a view of the front door.
She grinned and nodded.
"Who are they talking to?"
"Milo!" she told me, "and he is just sitting there loving it!"
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