lol, but I live on the fifth floor...
Of course, some dogs can, apparently, be taught to deal with that kind of thing. A friend of mine teaches at Bryn Mawr College. A colleague who lives in Philadelphia has a small dog, and regularly brings it to work with her. To get here, they take the subway to 30th Street Station, and then catch the local out to Bryn Mawr.
One day the woman was a little late making her connection. At 30th Street, she slipped and fell on her way to the R5. What did her loyal canine friend do?
He carried on. Went up to the platform, waited for the train, and boarded. He got off at the right stop and went to her office.
When she got there a few hours later, having been patched up, he was still waiting outside her office door...
