Some of you may know that I fell down the stairs a couple of days ago. First of all the stairs are wood and my paws slip a little on them. It wasn't a problem when I could only go up and down slowly, but I'm feeling so much better. The doctor gave me some medicine that I'm taking every day and I feel like my old self again. Anyway SHE had gotten dressed to go out and I refused to be left behind so I raced down the stairs and slipped and ended up rolling down the last half. I just missed knocking her down with me. I'm a pretty brave dog and just got up. Of course SHE felt so badly that SHE let me go with her. It was just a short trip and I stayed on the floor of the car. SHE made us sleep downstairs that night, but really, I'm ok.
If your read my companion's blog, you'll see that I won. I don't have to eat kibble any more except as a little snack if I feel like it. It's taken me seven years to get her to see the wisdom of this course of action. But I won! Yea!