Progress, of a sort

A couple of days ago we had a big thunderstorm, and when Doug got home from work, Boscoe was in the basement. He must have gone down there with Riley during some of the loud crashes.

But--and here's the progress--Boscoe came up the stairs by himself. No cajoling, no carrying, no chasing him into the far corner of the laundry room. He came up on his own.

However, being Boscoe ...

... he came up backwards.

Still, that's progress. Of a sort.