The dog usually has to be coaxed down the front outside stairs to the front gate. I think it’s because we only go down them once or twice a week so she’s not used to doing it. It is a slow process, and she stops to thoroughly sniff every third step.

But this morning I paused on the top landing, because I realized I had not checked my podcast downloads to see what I’d be listening to on our walk.

When I looked up from my phone, she was already down at the foot of the stairs, looking alert and happy.

And there was a big cat sitting on the outside wall of the house beside the front gate.

For the dog, there’s little that’s more interesting than a cat. And ours won’t go anywhere near her.