...Must Come Down

 It’s now been 4 weeks since my mama picked me up and took me to the beach, and then we came to my new home.

At first, I did not know where anything was:

• Where was I going to eat?
• Where was I going to sleep?
• Where was my mama going when she closed the door?

All of this was very confusing, but I’m a smart little boy, and I knew that I would figure it out.

• Food? It was in pretty bowls near where my mama eats.
• Sleep? With my mama, of course!
• Behind the door? Mama invited me in and sometimes put me in the sink so that I did not have to worry about her.

And during this time, as I’ve mentioned, I was confused about the stairs that went from where we live to where we sleep. At first (as you know), I was not sure where they went, but I wanted to know. And, even though I got carried up the stairs, I couldn’t figure out how to do it myself...I was so young! But then I tried and I tried and I tried, and soon, I was able to climb all the stairs. By the way, climbing up stairs is really fun and not at all scary, and when you get to the top, there’s lots of space to run around!

But, then (I am sure you are asking): what about going the other way? Going back to the bottom of the stairs? That was another mystery to me, but - again - I was carried, and so even though I was curious, it was not something that I had to think too hard about. After all, once I was downstairs, I was not going to be able to go back up with that big fluffy thing in the way (and - yes - I know it was there to be sure that I did not climb and slip or go to places where puppies should not go, but you’ve seen [I assume] that I did figure out that problem. Once.).

But then, yesterday, there was a breakthrough.

As I have done from time to time, when the fluffy thing was not in my way, I trotted up the stairs and explored for a little while. But, then enough time passed (approximately 17 seconds) and I was bored with my investigation and so I wanted to go back down to where my toys and food are.

And, so, I did what any other puppy would do: I cried. I whimpered. I may have even barked a little. But no one came.

I took the problem into my own paws. I started to climb down.

As you can see, the first step was the hard one, since I came pretty close to slipping, but I found my balance, and after that...it was a piece of cake (which, for the record, I have never had since my mama wants me to keep eating my healthy food).

So, I’ve done it. I’ve gone up. I’ve gone down. And, still, I like it when I get carried so that my little legs can rest, and when it’s time for me to run around the house like a crazy puppy, they do not give out.

Arf, Grr, Arf

Ziggy