One afternoon I was walking on a trail with my newborn daughter, chatting to her about the scenery.
When a man and his dog approached, I leaned into the carriage and said, "See the pretty doggy?"
Suddenly I felt foolish talking to my baby as if she understood me. However, just as the man passed, he reached down, patted his dog, -- a lovely tri-color basset hound, and said . . .
. . . . "See the cute baby?"
