It all started when I, India Opal Buloni, got sent ot the Winn-Dixie grocery store by the preacher. I found the store all topsy-turvy, with vegetables rolling all over the floor. I couldn't help feeling sorry for the poor dog that made the mess, even though he was big and ugly. i just couldn't let him go to the pound; "He's my dog," the words just slipped out of my mouth. "Here, boy," I called to him, but he wouldn't come. "Here, boy." He still wouldn't come. So I called him by the first name that popped into my head: "Here, Winn-Dixie," and sure enough, he came.That summer, India has a lot of things happen to her because of the big, ugly dog Winn-Dixie. To find out what they are, read Because of Winn-Dixie by Kate DiCamillo.