"Come on, you can do it," I tell Coco as she eyes the stairs to our front door dubiously.
Our landlord comes out of his store downstairs and laughs at Coco's expression. "If she could talk, she'd say, 'Scott, you know Katie carries me up the stairs,'" he says.
"That might be why she likes Katie more than me," I say, and Coco sighs and puts a paw on the first stair.
One year ago: Flew In From Miami Beach BOAC
Two years ago: Ghosts of Roommates Past
Three years ago: Obligation
Four years ago: Beltane
Five years ago: Trying our Best, Being Friendly