After a traumatizing 48-hour ordeal, Ozzie's meds kicked in and he started walking again. He is seemingly good as new, although certain activities are now off limits for him. Such as climbing the stairs at bedtime. So, Ozzie now has his own twin mattress to sleep on in the kitchen. We thought this would be an adequate deterrent.
Night #1: Just turned off the lights. Falling asleep. The unmistakable sound of dog toenails are coming up the stairs. Steve bolts out of bed and carries him upstairs. Then goes back down for the mattress.
Night #2: We drag the mattress upstairs. Both dogs are psyched.
Night #3: Steve decides Ozzie's 100 pound ass will have to sleep in the kitchen. We put a baby gate at the bottom of the stairs. Ozzie scratches at it. We wait. Still scratching. We are not going to give in. Rrrrrooooooooowwwl. The pathetic whining starts. Ozzie wins.
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