Summer will be 3 years old in three months, and she has never been in the basement. It’s 10 steps from the deck down to the back yard, which she performs several times a day, but there’s something about the basement steps that stops her cold.
Willow, her predecessor, had a similar problem when she was a puppy. She would sit at the top of the basement stairs whining at me while I encouraged her to come down. Eventually, she overcame whatever was holding her back and joined me in the basement all the time.
But not Summer. Sum Sum is now an adult golden retriever who camps out at the top of the stairs and waits for me to finish whatever I’m doing and come up from the basement to see her.
What new experiences are you denying yourself because you’re uneasy about taking the plunge? Stop that. Come on down and see what you’re missing.
