“Excuse me, Officer Parker… I know this must sound silly, but something’s not right. My Sunny has been acting… unusual. Too cheerful. Almost restless. It’s like he’s trying to tell me something.”

Officer Parker raised an eyebrow, glancing from Eleanor to the golden retriever that seemed to radiate excitement. He had heard plenty of odd complaints during his years on duty, but there was something about Eleanor’s anxious sincerity that kept him from dismissing her outright.

“What do you mean by unusual?” he asked, leaning forward.

“Well,” Eleanor said, patting Sunny’s head, “he’s always been such a calm dog. But since this morning, he’s been jumping around, whining at the door, and pulling me down the street. I finally gave in and followed him, and he led me straight here. He wouldn’t stop until we arrived at the station.”