At the end of the evening when momma gets in her wheelchair to leave the living room and head back to the bedroom, it is a race to see who gets there first. Every pup knows that they must not get in the way or impede my progress so they have developed strategies that allow them to win the race without harm.
Steve's rolling the folded chair over to where I sit is a clanging bell to head out of the room BEFORE I stand to transfer. Those who wait until I am in motion know to walk behind me until I lock down...THEN they scramble for positions in the bedroom.
As might be expected the race most often goes to the biggest ones. With long legs and the ability to jump over contenders, Zsofia and Bailey often greet me with cheers as I roll into the bedroom.
Then I must convince them that they must move or at least shift a little so that I can sit on the bed.
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