It’s a little bit of rigged-up fencing to keep Roxie from going upstairs, a little too late.
As it turns out, she’s in one of her “moods” today, meaning that for the first two hours (or so) of my work day she was doing everything she could to get my attention. Usually she just sits on the floor in front of me, staring me down.
Every now and then while she stares she’ll let a little whisper of a “woof” come out of her mouth. When I am ignoring her especially well she sometimes comes over to me and pushes on me with her paw.
When that doesn’t get results, she’ll do one of two things:
1. Give up and lay down next to me. (yay!)
2. Go cause trouble in other parts of the house. (boooooo.)
Today was one of those days. She was upstairs, getting into the bathroom trash while I was on a call. When I got off the phone I went up to see what she had done and had the “pleasure” of cleaning up Q-tips, tissues, and other treasures that had previously been in the trashcan but were now on the floor.
Since Roxie was feeling especially needy today, she even tried to pull the stuff out of the trashcan a second time, while I was cleaning it up.
That’s why I set up those stools near the stairs. So annoying.
I don’t have time to get her out for some good exercise today, so in order to stay sane I’m going to have to keep reminding myself how cute she was as a puppy. It’s better for both of us that way.