Today at the Birch Street Nursing Home, I continued work on the robot seeing eye dog for Mr. Pearlman. It's going to be a great surprise for him. I want it to be the perfect height so that he's able to pet the dog without bending over. I knelt next to him to get a measurement, hoping he wouldn't know what I was doing. I was successful, but I did such a good job at being quiet that he didn't know I was there at all and ended up falling over me. When he regained consciousness, he asked me what happened. I told him that he had fallen and said that if he'd had a seeing eye dog it might not have happened.
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