Saturday the 22nd, Day 92:

A very strange thing happened to me the other morning...

You see, I sometimes go with Dad when he drives Pa to work, and then we stop by the pet store for a treat, and the 7-11 for a slurpee! I love those morning trips...

Usually, because it's spring and warm out, Dad leaves the window down halfway- and almost always, someone stops him on his way out to ask about me. I find them funny, peeking in my window, and smiling at me, or cooing, or going 'eek!'...I'm very friendly, but I don't put my nose out the window or anything, because strangers are not my people. I only invite my people to pet me, and not strangers. I am a very smart dog that way, you know!

So there I am, laying in the back seat, minding my own business, while Dad gets his slurpee, right?

And this guy, he comes over to the car, and he starts cooing at me... but I sit up, because he is VERY strange... He's smelly, and he WEAVES when he walks... and he keeps saying my name, over and over and over... and no STRANGER knows my name, right? But when I sniff, sure enough, he's a stranger. A SMELLY stranger!

Dad comes out, and he rescues me- he smiles at the man, and tells him my name is "Big Bertha", and I wag my tail nervously- I am trying to figure out how the man could be psychic... because he was saying, "loook at the BIG doggie... Big big big big big boo boo..." over and over, "Big big big big big boo boo..." how did HE know my name was 'big' bertha?

Wow.

Humans are SO smart.

Big Bertha