Piper Basenji woke me up this morning with her usual “Okay, serf, time for you to get out of bed and let me out.” So I get up.
Piper Dachshund, also on the bed, immediately wakes up in the “we’re going somewhere, right? we’re going? where we going? let’s go!” frenzy.
I always lift Piper Dachshund off the bed, because it’s bad for his back to jump down. He, being a tough little dachshund who can look after himself, always growls a bit at this point, since I’m depriving him of the dachshund joy of flinging himself, zeppelin-like, into the air. It just makes him all the more anxious to get going, cause we’re going somewhere, right now!
I open the bedroom door, and Piper Dogs rush out to the top of the stairs. Elegant Piper Basenji trips lightly down the stairs, getting the lead on Piper Dachshund, since her elegant long legs allow her to cover the ground a bit more quickly than his… uhh … height-challenged legs.
So he gets to the top of the landing, in full “we’re going somewhere!” mode, and a bit irritated with my namby-pamby pampering of him, a tough little dachshund, and also upset that he’s losing the race to Piper Basenji. Normally he’s pretty solid on his paws, but I can only assume that all of these factors distracted his dachsie mind from the fact that he was about to go downstairs.
Result: he trips. Now, for most dogs, tripping going downstairs would just be a momentary little physical blip, but because of the unusual morphology of the dachshund, once you start rolling, you, well, keep rolling. So there’s a little black dacshund suddenly rolling downstairs, uttering puzzled little yelps.
Fortunately, our stairs only go down for a few steps then turn in the corner, so he stopped on the little landing. I of course hurry down, thinking of dislocated little dachshund legs and what have you, and try to pick him up.
Ferocious growl. “I’m a tough little dachsie! We’re going somewhere! Piper Basenji is getting ahead of me!”
I put him down and he takes off down the rest of the stairs, ignoring my laughter as beneath his dachsie dignity, because “we’re going somewhere!” Fortunately, this time he’s got all four paws working in unison.
