On the way there, I saw Officer Baez parked at the corner. He was one of the good ones. He still woke me with a kick to the shoe and made me move along from time to time, but he was friendly and asked if I was getting enough to eat.

I stopped a few feet away from the window. I didn’t think it was a good idea to walk right up to him. We weren’t that good of friends. He noticed me pretty quickly though.

“Hey there, George.”

I shuffled my feet a bit and looked around for the words.

“You need something? You been getting enough to eat?” It was nice of him to ask, but I wasn’t worried about food today.

“The dog is missing,” I mumbled.