Even though we are years (probably, decades) past the actual need for a (human) baby gate, we still have one on the bottom of the stairs, to keep the dog down on the main floor.
Why? Does he chew?
No.
Does he pee on things?
Also no.
So what's the problem with Rebel going upstairs?
His hair. His freaking. Dark. Chocolate. Hair. Everywhere.
It's like Chewbacca got into an electric razor fight with a grizzly bear and the evidence is all over my floor.
So, if I can keep the dog hair contained to just the ground floor of my house, it makes my life just that much easier.
He's trained so well with the gate now that he really doesn't go upstairs, even if we forget to close the gate. But on the days we do, the bottom landing of the stairs is his favorite sleeping spot.
Why? I don't know. Maybe because it's carpeted (but not squishy like his dog bed), and it's near the front door window for him to look out? But whatever the reason, it's a bear (no pun intended) when it's dark out and you're going down the stairs and his big dark brown body is camouflaged with that last step.
Someone's eventually going to die on this stairwell, and it's either me or the dog.
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