On my way to the Birch Street Nursing Home this morning, I stopped to buy more dog treats. However, this time I made sure to buy the ones that are shaped like bones so that Mr. Pearlman wouldn't accidentally eat them all again. Sniffles The Eighth spent most of the day napping underneath the poker table. But late in the afternoon when Mr. Pearlman finally called for his seeing eye dog, the treats did the trick and Sniffles The Eighth ran right up to him. I can't remember the last time I saw Mr. Pearlman looking so pleased.
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