The pups are totally mobile. Up and down the steps...easy peasy.
Can you see a problem with this scenario? Sometimes the up and down happen at times we want them to stay close.
There are a whole lot of things that can happen when a quiet puppy is out of eyesight.
So. We spend as much time as possible out of doors.
Oddly, I discovered, as Rob paced with Gertrude so she would focus on pottying, that one puppy makes for moments when one can see a pensive puppy pondering the grass. With two it's full on drama. Until they crash. Of course.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.