We got off the elevator, found ourselves at the back of a court room. I’d been in court rooms before, even been exhibit A for my buddy Judge Jaramillo, down in the Valley, but never one this small. It had only two benches on either side of a narrow aisle, then two long desks, and in front of that and raised up on a dais another desk, at which Judge Stringer was sitting. He wore a black robe and looked real tired. At each of the two desks sat a group of two people, their backs to us. One of those people was Bernie. He was wearing an orange jumpsuit! This was the worst moment of my life.
– from THE DOG WHO KNEW TOO MUCH.
Mrs. Publicist: Whoa! We almost forgot What’s In A Name, our monthly feature where Spence discusses a name in the Chet and Bernie series. What’s it going to be?
SQ: How about we pull a little switcheroo and dip into the Bowser and Birdie middle-grade series?
Mrs. P: The one that adults can read only if they have fake ID?
SQ: Exactly. Let’s do Bowser himself, the canine narrator.
Mrs. P: But not a talking dog.
SQ: Never! The name Bowser might come for old French beau sire – fine sir – which is appropriate in the end, but what I like is the sheer energy of the name, suggestive of bounding. Also the Bow part – a name with the beginnings of a bark right in it! Bowser’s name was the first thing that came to me in the whole series.
Mrs. P: Thanks, Spence! See you next month for another edition of What’s In A Name!