Last Friday was my first day as a volunteer at the dog shelter in our town. My name is Sophie, and I am thirteen years old. I love dogs, but we can't have one at home because my little brother is allergic to them.
When I arrived, a worker named Eli gave me a green shirt and showed me around. There were about forty dogs in the shelter. Some of them barked loudly, and some were quiet and shy.
My first job was to fill the water bowls. Then Eli asked me to walk an old dog called Lucky. Lucky walked very slowly, so we stopped many times. At the end of the walk, he put his head on my knee. I almost cried.
Eli told me that many people want puppies, so older dogs often wait a long time for a home. I hope someone takes Lucky soon. Next Friday I am going back, and I am bringing him a new ball.