Library

This morning Ruth dressed me up in my special helper-dog uniform and took me to somewhere called the Library. Apparently I have to wear my special uniform so people know that I'm working, otherwise they wouldn't let me into places like the library. Although when I got in there was nothing that interested me, doesn't Ruth know I can't read ?

Anyway, lots and lots of people made a fuss of me and told me how pretty and clever I am - which was nice. I like to be made a fuss of, but Ruth says I need to concentrate on my work because the person I will eventually help may want to go places like the library.