I can remember when my wife and I traveled with our two sons many years ago to Woolwich Arsenal, England outside of London. We did a house exchange with a family and lived in their house right in the town. We found ourselves walking everywhere. To amuse ourselves, whenever we passed a dog, one of us would give the dog a name based on the look of the dog, the owner, and our general state of mind at the time.
Well, you can imagine my surprise when 23 years later I was listening to our librarian read to a group of children the book Once I Ate a Pie by Patricia MacLachlan.