When I got to the Birch Street Nursing Home this morning, there was a note from the head nurse telling me to keep a close eye on Mr. Pearlman because he has been getting out of his room and bumping into things all week. I was already worried about him after he wandered across the street last week, and was thinking that maybe it was time to get him a new seeing eye dog. But after the troubles with Sniffles The Eighth, I didn't think it was a good idea to get another one from the pound. So when I got back to Winsome Headquarters, I asked Grandmother for advice. She suggested I look into building a robot dog.
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