My person has lost her mind. There I was, on my walk minding my own business, ignoring a scruffy dog, when she started squealing and telling me what a "good girl" I am. Well, of course I'm a good girl! I'm the best, if I do say so myself. Normally I would have barked, growled, and lunged at the ruffian, but I had no interest in exerting that much energy so early in the morning. Instead, I glanced at him, and kept on walking. Always leave 'em drooling, I say. Such a small thing seems to be a…