Stairs, what stairs?

When I first arrived at this place, I was faced with these things that go between the living space and the backyard. There's even a set going upstairs, which I inadvertently went up one time, and had to be escorted back down again.

"What? I'm coming down... don't rush me."

But over the last 6 weeks (who's counting, really), I've been working on going up and down on the deck stairs, and was at the point where I could really cruise down them, and sometimes take two at a time going up. While I prefer to use the outside ones, I have been going down the inside stairs, and can pretty much do them in my sleep now.

This week however, Richie went away somewhere (apparently to go fishing - why did I not get to go?), and Christine spent the day at home but was upstairs. So I decided it was time for me to get over my upstairs issue. Well let me tell you, there is a whole other world up there! All sorts of things to sniff around at, and new pieces of paper and cardboard to destroy! Anyhow, I'm going up and down to this new undiscovered country, forcing Christine to "Buddy-proof" the upstairs rooms - whatever that means.

Buddy - King of Stairs

Sept. 24 update: Well, apparently I have a little work left on these stairs, as I inadvertently went down the slippery staircase like a toboggan. It's definitely not how I had planned it.