Fetish

Our puppy has a fetish.  It's nothing kinky or weird - I mean, hello, he's not even three months old yet.  But when it comes to stairs, he can't get enough. 

Preems is super cute here, but all I can see is our need to dust.

Inside, outside, wood, carpet - Primo doesn't care.  He just wants to climb them and climb them quickly.  And, in his perfect world, he would either be racing me up (generally when it's cold out - refer to our No. 2 problem in previous posts) or keeping pace with me between my feet.  Either way, someone is going to end up injured and, given my track record, it's probably going to be me.

The cutest part is how he goes down the stairs.  His balance is off because he's still growing, so he puts his front legs on the step below and then swings his rear-end around to get the back legs down.  As you can imagine, this can create some serious momentum and often results in the little guy somersaulting rather spectacularly to the bottom.  What's crazy is that the fall never phases him (maybe because I'm there to catch the little furball 99% of the time).  He just gets up, wags his entire rear-end (the usual effect of having no tail), and starts looking for an ornament to steal off the Christmas tree.  I wish I was that resilient when I fall.