Bambi on Ice

Over Labor Day weekend we visited our new Georgia home and this time we took Maggie. She will most likely thank us to never bring her again.

The Georgia house is charming, but inside the floors are mostly wood, with just carpeted bedrooms. 4 broad steps lead up to the porch. When we arrived, Maggie was thrilled to get out of the car. Traveling is no longer easy for her. Wobbly at first, she took her time to explore the grounds. After several minutes she headed for the porch. (I will add here, she doesn't like the steps to our deck in Pittsburgh because they are slippery and she finds them hard to climb.) Only 4 steps, these looked like a piece of cake.

Wrong. Poor girl. She attempted them at a run, but her back feet forgot to follow. I helped her up the steps. She took the porch around the house and then went in the front door. Click, click, click... you could hear every step she took. Hard to believe I had her nails trimmed just the other day!

Inside, I placed her bed on the living room floor and her blanket on the carpet in the bedroom. She started to get a feel for things as she explored the main floor.

Although she had her bed to sleep on, she still had trouble getting up. If her feet hung off the edge she would end up sliding every time she tried to stand. She was like Bambi on ice. Right foot forward, back she slides. Going outside wasn't much better. She eyed the steps and balked. Kind of like a mule...4 feet planted. Every ounce of her body said "I'm not going down those steps"!

That's pretty much how it went. I had to help her up and down the steps and she opted to sleep in the bedroom on the carpeting. We added safety strips to the steps which helped a little, and slowly, she got used to the floors. By the end of the weekend, she was navigating things pretty well. However, I bet if we never took her back there, it would be fine with her.

Poor Bambi.