When Mirabel first arrived last April, Boy, Girl and Ribsy lived in an old brick schoolhouse-turned-condominium building. There were wide original school stairs leading up to their digs on the second floor, and initially, Mirabel absolutely hated going up and down the stairs. It took a lot of coaxing and patience, but after a week, she realized that zipping downstairs meant freedom, and that zooming back upstairs meant warmth (there was still snow on the ground - don't get Girl started about Ontario winters).
She was petrified, though. Much like this poor whippet puppy here:
