"Why, are you kidding me?" said the dog. "He is the best. He knows all of the rules: When I want to eat food, he comes to me." He had learned them all. The first day on the job, he was called out from the office and told that the dog had escaped his cage. He was told to bring the dog back inside. The dog ran off and was found later in a neighbor's yard. It was the next afternoon that the dog was finally returned to the pen with all of his gear. When I got to the office, someone was waiting for me. The dog stood there with a big grin. I had never heard his name before. "You were in this cage for hours and hours," he told me. He had not known any of the rules of the job. "He's a good dog," the owner told me. "He never does anything bad to anyone. I have a picture of him with his food. The food is in the back of his basket." I said no, I would not take my picture with the food in the back of a basket. He looked at me in confusion. "He does not know any of the rules," he said. I agreed. I would not take a picture with his food on his back. He went on his way. He stayed on the job for a while, but when his days were over, he would go back home and sleep all of the time. When the other employees had their days off, he would spend many of the days on his own. I never really thought that the dog was a genius. I did not know much about the work. I only knew that when the dog had food on his back, he would not eat it. He would only eat his own food. When he was on his own, he would run into things and not eat them. I was sure that the dog was not a genius. The Dog is a Genius