when everything you try seems to not quite go wrong, but it gets so far, so close to what you need and then it gently fails ? Hmm….bah. The whole day seems to have been not quite right.
D is back. It wasn’t “hating it”. It was “hating been stared at by father of friend, hated having privacy invaded by father of friend, hated feeling spooked by father of friend”. I’ll be sure to say Hello to him when he next drops his daughter off.
Dog has mastered walking upstairs. I’m sure gravity will come into play as he learns to go down them.