Marshall in St. Paul. As far as I know it was Teddy's first time that close to the river and he loved it. His bravery was tested when I decided to go back up to the road on the huge wooden
steps clinging to the cliffs beneath Franklin Ave. The steps are open in the back and were pretty scary for Teddy to tackle. They are very stable, though, and after much encouragement and praise we made slow but steady progress and by the top he was wagging his tail and smiling. So proud of himself! And why not? He did come from Kansas, after all, where there are no basements and I don't think he ever saw a set of steps until I adopted him three years ago. Good boy! 

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