WHAT'S YOUR DOG'S NAME?

We live on a semi-busy street so there is often people walking by for a stroll or exercise or a family bike-ride, etc. If the people walking by have a dog with them they are often accosted by our little Sarah. Her and Nathan spend different snippets of their day on top of the little table by our front window just looking outside at the happenings in the street. If by chance they see a person with a dog Sarah makes a bee-line for the door and opens the door and yells at the top of her lungs: "WHAT'S YOUR DOG'S NAME?" In the time it takes for her to notice the dog and get the front door and storm door open the people may be about a house away. This doesn't phase Sarah, she just has to yell louder. Sometimes people understand what she's saying, but often they just look back a little confused and wonder why some cute little girl is yelling at them from her front porch. I was reminded about this cute little quirk of Sarah's when we were driving to the store the other day with the window's down and we drove past a teenage boy walking a dog. As we were driving by at about 30 mph Sarah noticed the dog and screamed out her question. I doubt if the boy even heard what she said and Sarah seemed to understand why he didn't answer. Of course, some people do stop and tell Sarah the name of their canine and she then says something like "Oh, that's a nice name" and then thanks them for stopping and telling her. It's somewhat embarassing at times and goes much better when we're actually out in the front yard.