Shambleus Wreckus - that's what we called our Saint Bernards on the stairs. Glumpagalumpagalumpa down they go! Thumpadthumpadathumpada up behind you. We used to make sure only one person was on the stairs with a dog at the same time. The worst incident was when we were at my Great Aunt Bertha's house in New Hampshire once - the stairs to the "attic," where we girls slept, were very steep. Well, Freckles always had to be where we were at all time. She followed me up once, when I was just going up to get something, and coming right back down. Well, after I was down, I heard a muffled "mooff!" from the top of the stairs. "C'mon, silly," we said. After she stood looking down and not moving for a couple minutes, Dad finally figured out the problem. All her loose hide (anyone who has encountered a giant breed pup knows it takes a long time for them to grow into all that hide!) had rolled forward when she started down, so she couldn't see! Dad had to go up and hook a leash on her so she felt safe enough to come down the stairs with him!

Gracie, the mostly Great Dane, would wait until we were halfway down, and them shamble down the stairs past us. Every time! Thankfully, she was narrower than either Freckles or Bruni, so there was room for a human to be on the stairs without getting knocked over.