It's not the stairs so much as we're afraid he might lose his footing and fall and that could do damage that would have to be repaired again.

Yeah, I guess you'd call it an ordeal. But its been filled with love and concern. He came to us and accepted us openly, and we just had to do what we could for him.

I want to just warn everyone. Be careful, especially when they say no papers. You can't be sure.

It was like all they could do to restrain him from bounding into the room. It's like he knew we were there and he was going home.

I've got a lot of stairs in my house! I'm on the sixth floor. I should be fit and have a really nice ass, but I don't.

I jumped up and opened the door and smoke was coming up the stairs, ... We couldn't even come out the door. That's how fast the smoke was coming up.