This evening, shortly before I got home, Trent witnessed a miracle. Our three-legged Romeo made it up the stairs! Our stairs aren’t awful but they are a bit steep and Romeo had has difficulty with them even before surgery (hence why we moved our bedroom downstairs before his amputation).

Trent had come upstairs to work on his computer, figuring the dogs were all going to sleep since they just had dinner and were settled for the evening. It was not to be. After hearing the telltale sound of a Great Dane lumbering up the stairs, Trent tried to prevent his irreversible progress. But in the time it took Trent to hustle from his computer to the head of the stairs, Romeo was already there.

I have no idea how he managed it, but Mr Hopalong survived and is now comfortably resting on the LoveSac – the world’s biggest beanbag chair and Romeo’s ideal sized dog bed. Romeo has missed his LoveSac since we have been downstairs, but there was no way we were rolling it down the stairs. A queen sized bed, a couch and at least five other regular dog beds downstairs will have to do.

But in the meantime, he’s a happy camper.

The goal of the evening will be to manage to get all of us down the stairs without any damage to any living beings or to the house.

We should probably move the cat first.

If I don’t post anything tomorrow, it might be because we didn’t make it down the stairs gracefully and are unconscious at the bottom. Send help. Think happy and coordinated thoughts for us!