Here we go again... Story a day 1

Alright, here we go again, I find myself having not posted in over a year... Probably, but let's try it. I have a new job that sometimes I have a lot of down time, so let's fill that downtime with writing! I have an iPad now (cause I'm so hip!) and am going to try and write a short story everyday I have free time. Now they won't be amazing and magical (or they might, don't judge!) but let's try it, I'm gonna post on Facebook for topics, characters, events, a... Color? Who knows, and we'll see what I can come up with. Today's story comes from an event that actually happened at work today, plus some made up stuff to actually make it a story, this is what would be chapter one of a much larger mystery if I was actually writing it out, which I might, not sure yet. Let me know what you think. 

It was a day not unlike any other day for Chuck Grimm, he sat at a desk waiting for packages to come in so he could sort them, an existence that was possibly the most dull life he ever lived. What would come in next, UPS, FED EX, USPS the possibilities were literally three. Then down the hall he heard a man's deep voice "Fuck! Shit!" The voice came from a resident of the building Chuck worked at, a high rise condo building, 54 floors, in downtown Chicago, the kind where the people were rich and mean, and the nice ones were few and far between. 

A resident in a sweaty tank top, he had probably just been working out, he looked like one of those people who work out a lot, Chuck rolled his eyes, Chuck was not one for working out... Much to his own chagrin. The resident, who Chuck was pretty sure was named...Mark? Came over frantically. "Please I lost my dog, I have a vision problem, I lost my dog on the elevator. I came off and I thought the dog was right behind me, shit, my wife is going to kill me. And these ass holes just got on and took the elevator, like you'd think they would see the dog and say something, shit!" 

Chuck reached for the phone and called the front desk, "Hey I have a resident down here who lost his dog on the elevator-"

"I'm Gene, Gene in 2301! And I didn't lose my dog! Someone took her when I was on the elevator"

The doorman on the other side of the receiver wasn't much help to the situation, "we'll there's nothing we can do, if it's on the elevator, it's on the elevator"

"Ding!" The elevator returned down to their level, and when the doors opened up, there was Gene's dog.  Chuck thought, "well, glad that's over..." When a high pitched scream came from the increasingly sweaty Gene. 

"Oh god, Muffy!" 

Chuck looked over and Muffy the, usually radiant, white Eskimo was now covered in blood. "Oh shit! Is she ok?" Chuck hurriedly asked. "He's a He!" Gene shrieked back. "Not that it matters much now" Chuck said under his breath, hoping Gene didn't hear. 

Chuck looked the dog over, and for being covered in blood it looked rather happy, it was licking it's owners tears up trying to cheer him up.

"Sir? I think Muffy is ok, he doesn't seem to be hurt, I don't think that's his blood"

Gene shrieked back "Well who's blood is it!?" 

"That is a great question..." Chuck barely had time to think before a call came out over the radio. 

"Barry to front desk, I need medical assistance on the 45th floor, please send medical assistance to the 45th floor."