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noticed Nathaniel watching, and he could tell that Nathaniel really wanted to be petting a dog, too — the little boy just wasn’t sure about Bowser yet.
    All the other kids seemed to be really into reading to their dogs. Simon lay sprawled on the floor with one arm over Zeke, who was curled up nextto him. A girl with braids sat against a bookcase with the corgi’s head in her lap. Pearl, the lively miniature poodle, loved being read to so much that she actually sat still, her bright eyes focused on the face of the boy who was reading to her. And the huge St. Bernard mix was being read to by a pair of twins, two boys who had run right over the moment they were assigned to read with him. They lay on top of the enormous dog as if he were a big, furry rug, showing him the pictures as they took turns reading each page.
    Charles loved reading to Bowser. He was used to reading to dogs because he read the funnies to Buddy every single Sunday. Lately, Buddy’s favorite comic was
Blondie.
Charles did silly voices for all the characters, plus he would describe what Dagwood was wearing, like pajamas with pictures of doughnuts on them, or what Dagwood was eating, like ten-story sandwiches that were
way
too big for anybody’s mouth. Buddyalways wagged his tail when he heard about the sandwiches, as if he especially loved that part.
    That morning at the library, Charles was so happy reading to Bowser that he lost track of time. He was surprised when Nancy announced that it was time to finish up for the day. Nathaniel helped him stack up their books. They brought them to the librarian’s desk, and then they walked out, along with Harry, Zeke, Aunt Amanda, and Bowser.
    When they got to the van, Aunt Amanda asked Charles to take Princess out for a minute, since the puppy had been waiting so long. “She’s probably bored and lonely,” she said. “I hope she wasn’t barking her head off the whole time we were inside.”
    “You have another dog in there?” Harry asked. He had already put Zeke into the backseat of his own car, and Nathaniel was busy buckling himself in. “Let’s see!”
    Charles hesitated. He wondered if Harry would laugh at Princess, in her I’m beautiful T-shirt. But he couldn’t think of a good excuse for hiding her. So when Aunt Amanda opened the back of the van, Charles reached inside Princess’s pink palace and clipped her pink, rhinestone-studded leash onto her pink, rhinestone-studded collar. Then he gathered her into his arms — she hardly weighed a thing! — and turned around to show Harry.
    “This is Princess,” he said. “She’s —” He paused, trying to think of the best way to explain how spoiled she was.
    But Harry jumped in before Charles could say another word. “She’s a Yorkie!” he exclaimed. “Wow! Is she cute!” He held out his arms, and Charles handed Princess over. “Oh, yes you are!” Harry said, nuzzling the puppy’s nose. “You’re the cutest, aren’t you? And you know it, too!”
    Princess licked Harry’s chin and wagged her tiny tail.
    The cutest? That’s me! Finally, someone who understands how very, very special I am. You deserve some kisses. Now, just make sure to keep that attention coming!
    Then Harry looked up and saw Charles staring. He grinned and shrugged. “I happen to like little dogs,” he said. “Especially Yorkies. My aunt Maggie — that’s Nathaniel’s mom — loves them, too.”
    Hearing Nathaniel’s name made Charles remember that the little boy was waiting for his cousin. But when he looked, Nathaniel wasn’t in Harry’s car! Charles turned around, only to find Nathaniel standing, quiet as a mouse, behind him.
    The little boy was staring at Princess, and Charles recognized the look in his eyes. Nathaniel had found a dog he could love.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    Back at home, after Reading With Rover, Charles was too busy taking care of Princess all afternoon to think about anything else. But that night, lying in his bed with Princess snoring softly