As mentioned and shown here, Lily and Lola like to hang out at the top of the stairs whenever I run down to answer the door. Last night, as I received our food delivery, Lily fell down the stairs - the last few were actual bounces - and it was the most horrifying-and-yet-hilarious thing I'd ever seen. I had my hands full of hot food, and I didn't even know what was happening until the delivery guy shouted, and I turned around and Lily was in mid-flight, and as I scrambled to put the food down and try to catch her I was terrified that she'd land horribly and end up paralyzed or something. She got up, shook herself off, and BOUNDED up the stairs, and was considerably tweaked for the next 20 minutes or so and then she was fine. That I was horrified is understandable - that I was so horrified by it that I kept laughing is not. Thank [-----] she's OK, of course, and that it's safe to laugh about.
Kath is out of town until Friday for a work-sponsored "nature retreat"; it's gonna be lonely. Fortunately, I've got ProTools and bouncy dogs as comfort. Also, lots of scotch.