Now I’m allowed to go up and down stairs. However, I have to go upstairs and downstairs – on my lead.
The first thing that happens is that my my dad or my mom gets my lead and I get all excited because I think I’m going outside for a walk. Then either she or he clips it to my collar and adjusts it so I’m on a “short lead”.
Then I hear the words “upstairs” or “downstairs” and I know those words, so I get ready for action. Of course I’d rather go outside, but upstairs and downstairs make me happy too. I like to go the stairs quickly. It’s easier for me to race my way up than to walk slowly. But I am not permitted to rush either up or down the stairs. So Jane and I, or Phil and I, will go upstairs together and Jane will slowly say “S-L-O-W-L-Y” all the way up. She likes to remind me of things.
On the way down, I have an easier time going “S-L-O-W-L-Y”. She takes two or three steps, and I take two or three steps steps. Then she stops. Then I take two or three steps and she takes two or three steps, and stops. We work together pretty well going down. It’s a time of harmony for me and Jane! I occasionally glance at her while I step, following her lead.
Today we are going down S-L-O-W-L-Y and I hear a delivery van near our house. Wow, just my luck! I love delivery vans. And in each delivery van, there is a delivery person! Maybe he’s coming to our house! I start lurching forward, toward the bottom of the stairs, with all my might, and Jane starts holding the lead with all her might. My might against her might. Then I add my bark to the mix, and she just says, “Shhhhh.”
Eventually we arrive – together – safely at the bottom of the stairs just around the same time as the delivery man drives away in his van. The packages are on our doorstep. This moment had so much potential!