My name is Archie. I am a Lurcher, which means I am built for two things: running at the speed of light, and sleeping in shapes that look physically impossible. I have big brown eyes that can melt cheese from a distance, and I wear a very smart orange harness that tells the world, "I am important." But my most important job isn't running. It’s looking after Grandma.

Grandma lives in a world that is usually bright and colorful, just like her favorite green dress. But lately, things have been different. The Humans call it "Early Dementia." I call it "The Fog." When the Fog rolls in for Grandma, she doesn't smell like her usual lavender and tea. She smells like worry. It happened on a Tuesday in the garden, on our bench, "The

Wobbly Wicker" I was busy sniffing a brick when I felt the air change. I looked up, and there it was.