The other day, I went up to see Christine in her office upstairs. After I had been visiting for long enough, I decided it was time to go back downstairs. But for some reason, on the way back down, instead of taking each step one at a time, I ended up at the bottom in a pile! I could tell that I had hurt my leg, as I was holding it up off the ground when Richie came to see what the commotion was all about.
It hurt quite a bit, but I think I was more embarrassed that I had, once again, been unable to go down the stairs by myself. After a bit of hobbling around, I managed to get a treat of peanut butter for some reason, and it didn't hurt so much after. That didn't stop me from playing lame for a few days. When Richie would ask, "wanna go for a walk and sniffie?", I'd simply lie on the bed, feigning disinterest. I'm not that crazy about going for walks at the best of times - why would I want to go when my leg hurts? Anyhow, after about a week, I had to give up the ruse, as I wasn't feeling any pain in my leg anymore.But that didn't stop me from trying to go upstairs again! See, Richie has been at work a lot - yes, even during this pandemic, and so I needed to go up there to get some cuddles from Christine. But now they have put this thing in the way to prevent me from going up the stairs! Hmph.