I thumb through the R files, searching for a match to the statement I hold in my hand. The door chime rings, announcing a guest outside.
I push the file drawer closed, and I turn to face the entrance. I don’t perceive anyone at the window, but I keep hearing the DING of the chime. The sensor activates at a 10 foot radius. Instead of hitting the buzzer to let this mysterious arrival inside, I step towards the door. I press my nose to the window. I peer at the staircase.
No one. The DING continues.
Squinting, I push open the door. I examine the stairwell. Empty. But, I activated the sensor, and the DING resounds.
A coworker walks up to the reception area with curiosity. I wave him over; we both step into the stairwell and stare at the vacant space. He inspects the sensor above the office door.
We end the investigation and start to go back inside. I hear scampering. Then, I see the phantom.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” my coworker says, shaking his head.
A small, brown dog skitters into view on the landing. It pauses long enough to vomit on the carpet before it retreats upstairs.
He sighs and follows the dog. “The guy upstairs has a puppy,” he says over his shoulder as he continues upstairs to notify the owner about his retching runaway.
The DING silences. I return to the filing cabinet, resuming my search in the R’s.
Adventures in Low Vision 
Poor Puppy. 🙂
The puppy is cute, too. The kibble barf, not so cute.