Well, today Mom ran upstairs to make the bed and didn't notice that I had followed her up until she was almost at the top. There was no choice but for her to stand at the top and hope that I made it up without falling (which I was sure that I could do). But this one time, I fell! Mom was so upset (I feel bad about making her upset), she yelled my name and ran down the stairs, and then she fell and cut herself on the banister (remember, I said that Mom and Dad can't go down the stairs forward? Well, Mom tried that). Anyways, we are all fine, we just made a bunch of noise and probably woke the neighbors up (which might be a good thing because if they got up earlier then they could maybe do something other than dealing drugs, but I digress). Mom and I took some pictures, but somehow they just don't illustrate the steepness of the stairs. The top one is what Mom sees if I am at the top of the stairs and she is at the bottom looking up at me, and the bottom one is of what Mom sees if I am at the base of the stairs and she is looking down at me (In case you can't tell, I am the tiny little pug colored blob at the bottom of the stairs). Well, I better go and get practicing on those stairs (just kidding)!
Jemima Jones Beck