Stair racing.

Stair racing.  It could be an Olympic sport.  We canines, in our house, LOVE it.  Our human on the other hand, does NOT love it.

Whenever we see that our human is about to go downstairs to the rec room (the room that has all kinds of things piled on the sofas so that we don’t steal the cushions),  it is absolute PONdemonium to see who can get downstairs FIRST.  Besides the racing, there is uproarious barking.  We literally FLY to the landing – and then race to the bottom.  My goal in stair racing is to get down FIRST and then attempt to attack the others.  That’s the rule in stair racing.  And why do we do it?  We don’t know.  We just do it.  I call it “being joyful”. 

We generally stair race when a human is attempting to go DOWN the stairs or up – but up is not nearly as much fun.   Our human lets us go down first – as she doesn’t have a death wish.  OR sometimes she will bring out the squirt gun – and for some reason, we all go down the stairs quite civilly when we see that. 

Yesterday, we decided (all three of us) to totally torment our human.  OK.  Confession.  It WAS my idea. We waited until she went into the bathroom to take her shower.  We figured she was juuuuuuust about to step in.  So we began.  Stair racing.  Full out.  Then when we got downstairs, we continued the barking.  Frodo led that portion. Then we raced back up.  And back down.  And we kept on barking.  The next thing we hear the bathroom door open and plod plod, plod, here comes our human down the stairs.  We all just look at her.  “What’s GOING ON????” she says.  We silently look at one another.  She heads back upstairs – and we stair race ahead of her.

I REALLY, REALLY wanted to do it again.  But the other guys weren’t in.  Party poopers.  Frodo just continued intermittent barking on his own while our human was in the shower.

Don’t we just LOVE to start our human’s day in a joyful way?!

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