Baby talk!

I don't believe it. Someone tell me, please? What is it about small, six pound dogs that brings out the crazy in people? Here I am, being very professional, trying to help Mom and Sonia get the work done and the billing out. In walks a client and I trot out to greet her. Not unusual, because that's my job, you know? Next thing I hear is "Oooooh. Izzy dust da kewtest liddle ting everrrrr? Izzy iddle biddy puppy-kins"?

Er....Hello, My name is Mary-Margaret O'Brien. May I help you? Admittedly, it sounded a bit different but the thought was there.

"Awwwww....ummmm....PEEEEK-a BOOOO!", and I decided to let Mom handle this one. Oh my goodness. After a bit, though, I admit I did kind of warm up to her. First off, she had on really neat shoes. Very tasty. Secondly, it was kind of fun to play this peek-a-boo thing, especially when it was my turn and I got to peek from under the desk or around the side of the desk. We ended up sharing a good laugh before she left.

Oh....and I think I'm an Auntie. Not certain of the exact relationship, but my Auntie C has become a new mother again. This time, to a 2-3 week old baby kitten she found the the parking lot and has named "Augustus Caesar". She say's he's called "Gus" for short. This should be interesting as I'm no longer the baby in the family. Perhaps, with my help and under my tutelage, this cat will have manners. Yes, I think there will be at least ONE polite cat in the world when I'm finished with Gus.

Must go catch up on my sleep now. It's been a long weekend.

G'night and God bless us one and all...

Mary-Margaret