![]() And there were bald patches all over him, places where he didn’t have any fur at all. He was big, but skinny you could see his ribs. Once we were safe outside, I checked him over real careful and he didn’t look that good. I started walking and he followed along behind me as I went out of the produce department and down the cereal aisle and past all the cashiers and out the door. ![]() “Come on, Winn-Dixie,” I said to the dog. The manager said, “Don’t you know not to bring a dog into a grocery store?” The manager sat up and gave me a hard stare, like maybe I was making fun of him. I said, “Here, Winn-Dixie.”Īnd that dog came trotting over to me just like he had been doing it his whole life. And then I figured that the dog was probably just like everybody else in the world, that he would want to get called by a name, only I didn’t know what his name was, so I just said the first thing that came into my head. The dog stopped licking the manager’s face and put his ears up in the air and looked at me, like he was trying to remember where he knew me from. Don’t call the pound.”Īll the Winn-Dixie employees turned around and looked at me, and I knew I had done something big. The dog leaned over him, real concerned, and licked his face. And the manager must have been having a bad day, because lying there on the floor, right in front of everybody, he started to cry. You could tell that all he wanted to do was get face to face with the manager and thank him for the good time he was having in the produce department, but somehow he ended up knocking the manager over. The dog went running over to the manager, wagging his tail and smiling. The manager screamed, “Somebody grab that dog!” Then he wagged his tail so hard that he knocked some oranges off a display, and they went rolling everywhere, mixing in with the tomatoes and onions and green peppers. He pulled back his lips and showed me all his teeth. I had never before in my life seen a dog smile, but that is what he did. He skidded to a stop and smiled right at me. His tongue was hanging out and he was wagging his tail. And he looked like he was having a real good time. And there was what seemed like a whole army of Winn-Dixie employees running around waving their arms just the same way the store manager was waving his.Īnd then the dog came running around the corner. There were just a lot of vegetables rolling around on the floor, tomatoes and onions and green peppers. “Who let a dirty dog in here?”Īt first, I didn’t see a dog. “Who let a dog in here?” he kept on shouting. He was standing there all red-faced, screaming and waving his arms around. This is what happened: I walked into the produce section of the Winn-Dixie grocery store to pick out my two tomatoes and I almost bumped right into the store manager. Visit us at M y name is India Opal Buloni, and last summer my daddy, the preacher, sent me to the store for a box of macaroni-and-cheese, some white rice, and two tomatoes and I came back with a dog. ![]() Summary: Ten-year-old India Opal Buloni describes her first summer in the town of Naomi, Florida, and all the good things that happen to her because of her big ugly dog Winn-Dixie. The Library of Congress has cataloged the hardcover edition as follows: DiCamillo, Kate. ![]() Neither the author of this work nor its publishers are in any way affiliated with The Winn-Dixie Stores, Inc. This work has not been prepared, manufactured, approved, or licensed by The Winn-Dixie Stores, Inc. Winn-Dixie ® is a Federally Registered trademark and service mark owned by The Winn-Dixie Stores, Inc. No part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in an information retrieval system in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, taping, and recording, without prior written permission from the publisher. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.Ĭopyright © 2000 by Kate DiCamillo Cover illustration copyright © 2000 by Chris ShebanĪll rights reserved. The author owes a joyful debt to Betty DiCamillo, Linda Nelson, Amy Ehrlich, Jane Resh Thomas, Liz Bicknell, the Wednesday night group, the Monday night group, and to Kara LaReau, founding member of the Because of Winn-Dixie Fan Club and editor extraordinaire. About the Author Also by Kate DiCamillo: The Magician’s Elephant The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane The Tale of Despereaux The Tiger Rising Mercy Watson to the Rescue Mercy Watson Goes for a Ride Mercy Watson Fights Crime Mercy Watson: Princess in Disguise Mercy Watson Thinks Like a Pig Mercy Watson: Something Wonky This Way Comes Great Joy ![]()
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