The stairs were eventually mastered; within minutes, really. That was fortunate, because we always lived in 2-story houses. She'd fly down the stairs all at once, maybe running or maybe just falling-in-control.
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She mastered many of her fears (or just ignored them long enough to get back to me), but some stayed with her all of her life- like thunderstorms. She'd always get agitated during bad weather, and stay in whatever room I was in. Sometimes if a storm started at night, I'd wake to the thump, thump, thump of Blanca finding her way up the stairs in the dark, followed by the loss of some vital real-estate on my mattress. Later in life, when her knees were bad, I'd sometimes have to carry her upstairs to be with me (so we'd both get some sleep), or safely back down. (And this is an 80-lb dog, mind you.)