She follows me up the stairs to the second storey. She stumbles once, but the stairs are carpeted and she does fine. Unfortunately, the view from the top is a bit more daunting than she had planned. She does the whole classic creep-to-the-edge, growl, back up, whine, come-forward-again-just-to-check thing. Going up and down stairs is pretty ugly for me, and not something I want to do twice, plus I have an armload of laundry for Scuba, so I have to figure out how to get her down under her own steam. Finally I kneel on the stairs, facing up. The laundry and I present enough of a barrier that she can’t see down the stairs far enough to scare herself, and with my face so close to her, she pretty soon works up the nerve to plunge over the edge. She needs me in front of her for about 2/3 of the trip down, at which point she gives me a jaunty wave, passes me on the inside, and goes off to kill a boot.
