"There's a good girl," Ricky said, as Moped launched herself into her bowl of food. "Hungie doggie, huh?"
Charlie laughed. "You always talk baby-talk to dogs?"
Ricky straightened and grinned. "Only if I like them. And they like me. It's hard to talk baby-talk to a Doberman that's about to rip your face off."
Adrian and Kippy, seated at the kitchen table, laughed.
"But Moped wouldn't hurt anyone," Ricky continued, watching the dog eat. "She's a sweetie."
Annie had left just be