It was late. I was too hungry to sleep, so I put on my jacket and went downstairs to a coffee shop to get some food. A cute little dog was standing at the door. It looked friendly. I stopped to play with it and I thought it liked me. "Does it have a home?" I wondered. So I decided to ask the clerk whose dog it was. I thought if the dog didn't have an owner, I might take it home and take care of it. "It's my dog," said the young girl. "She's waiting for me to finish my work. She worries and barks a lot if she doesn't see me at night, so I let her stay here with me."