Today when I arrived at the Birch Street Nursing Home, Mr. Pearlman was frantically calling for his seeing eye dog, Sniffles The Seventh. He does this a lot, so I wasn't worried. But then when I went down to the basement to do some work in my laboratory, I saw that the dog was not curled up in his usual spot. I then realized I hadn't seen him since he bolted out the door during last week's fire drill. I immediately went outside, calling his name. He didn't respond, so I searched the entire neighborhood, even going as far as the gas station where I'd found Mrs. Lowe last summer. But no luck. I hope the dog is okay.
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