Hmmmm...

So yesterday, I showed a reluctant Zach how to go up the first flight of stairs from the main to the second floor. This didn't take much time, and only 3 or 4 trials.

Shortly afterwards, I had to duck into the kitchen for a minute. I came back out, and there was only Duster. I checked the back hall, his crate, no Zach. Then a movement caught my eye. There was the little gaffer, on the landing looking down at me. He seemed awfully proud of himself. Hmmmm....now I'm not sure teaching him stairs was a good idea.

Yesterday was also our first full day of no accidents inside. I have an idea for a portable bell that they could step on to alert us that they want to go outside. It's a mechanical contraption using the far end of a fishing pole, a bit of wood, a hinge and some string. I have a friend, though, that could probably do something much more unobtrusive that I could stick to the wall. I'll have to e-mail him.

Oh, and it's pouring today. Zach's 'wet look' is too funny:

From The Dogs