Grandad’s

My Dad is having a surgical procedure tomorrow so I’ve come down to take him and look after him for a few days.

That means Bert has come to Grandad’s. So far he’s loving it. He’s got a new toy. He’s had a fried egg and gammon. What a spoilt pooch!

The downside is that he’s had to face stairs. Lots of stairs. Now he’s faced staird before. But for some reason, he’s found the ones here rather terrifying. He was OK going up. But got stuck coming down.

I have to admit, as a child I was pretty scared of the stairs to start off with too. Soon I was swinging round the bars and falling down them. So I get it.

It took a few attempts, a lot of treats and a bit of a discussion. But he scaled the first flight up and down. Sure he’ll be the stair master by the time we leave. Well I hope so anyway.

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