So there she was, hurrying through the halls in a bit of a panic, asking whomever she came across if they'd seen an unusually large black dog wandering the halls.
Ohh...why would he run away again? I thought I was doing everything right... she thought to herself. It just seemed odd to her, he'd seemed so happy before, but, she had known because of the last time, that he was prone to dissapearing acts.
So she continued to look, pausing every once in a while to ask someone "Have you seen my dog?"