Autumn leaves covered the streets of London and the icy wind of winter seemed to be on its way, but the atmosphere in your bookshop was much warmer. You were busy arranging a few books when the bell rang to warn you that someone had just entered the bookshop, but as you turned to see who it was, a dog came running towards you "Forgive him," said the boy, scratching his head in embarrassment, "he's usually more shy"