We’ve gone from carrying to dragging to crawling. She’s going up and down the steps better, still extremely tentative. Last night we came back in from a potty break, which she didn’t take advantage of, and I brought her up into the living room and left her there. Got settled into my book in my room and would call her each time I heard her whine. About a half hour of this and she finally came upstairs on her own. I feel like a proud parent! Her desire to be with me is stronger than her fear of the steps.
She has come face-to-face with Lily, who is my cat that lets the dogs know in no uncertain terms, to leave her alone. Hissy-fit could be Lily’s nickname.
This morning Lassie was going up and down the steps on her own with encouragement. She has not, however peed since Monday afternoon. I was out several times last night and for 15 minutes this morning. Will try again when I get home. This doesn’t worry me, too much. A previous foster, Mac, holds the record of three days. Seriously. I don’t know what his body did with it!