Since I discovered Coco was afraid of going down stairs, I decided we should practice. (Because I was tired of carrying her to visit the chickens.) So I had the bright idea that I would carry her halfway down the stairs, put her down, then run to the bottom and call her to come to me.
Coco loves to visit the chickens with me. How could she resist?
It was clearly a brilliant plan.
And worked like a charm.
Down, down, she came.
Oh, wait, that’s up.
And there was no cajoling her down. She’s a wuss! My livestock guardian dog is a wuss! A cute, adorable, ball o’ fluff wuss! She went back upstairs and ordered a sparkly purse from QVC and painted her nails purple! We’re doomed!
Don’t tell the coyotes!!!