My mom’s neighbor had shoulder surgery so she agreed to babysit Buddy, her neighbor’s heavy set and short legged terrier. I offered to take Buddy outside, and started toward the deck.
“Buddy is afraid to go down the stairs” my mom said, “You’ll have to take him out the front.”
“I’ll get him to go out the back,” I said, up for the challenge.
“He will absolutely not go down stairs,” my mom warned.
“Watch me” I said.
“Here Buddy. What a sweet doggie. Yes you are! Come-on Buddy, that’s a good boy,” I said in my most excited and sweetest baby-talk voice.
Here came buddy waddling like a little pig down the steps to take a leak on the grass. My mom stood there with her mouth gaped open in a state of disbelief.