Thursday, November 14, 2013

Welcome to the second floor

In keeping with yesterday's theme of taking notice of the small things that make life so nice, I would be remiss if I didn't share that Buddy is now a regular visitor to the second floor. Visitor is probably incorrect, as he now comes and goes at his leisure and spends the night in our room. While the leather couch no doubt provides a superior sleeping experience to his dog bed, I think even he would agree that it's nice to be closer to the rest of us.

I know it's silly, but I just did not like the fact that he was separated from us for chunks of the day and every single night. And I especially missed him on the days I work from our home office. I was just starting to ease Chip into the idea of putting a runner on our stairs when Buddy finally turned a corner. Feeding the kids their peanut butter English muffins in the office is apparently what it took for Buddy to decide that mastering the stairs was worth his time.

Of course, the downside to this story is that I frequently have to shoo him off of Mary Clare's bed (her white bed, I might add), but he's worth the occasional lint roll.


  1. Oh hey. It's me here. Just visiting tb for the first time in like a year. I'm an asshole.

  2. I love this news about Buddy. Heaven forbid our pooches be 1 whole floor away from us. Can't have that.


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