After more time had passed, I got the idea of putting Flynn on his bed, away from the stairs and once he was asleep, I took down the baby gate. Chloe would creep down the stairs and cautiously explore the dining room and kitchen, all the while keeping a lookout for trouble. I could almost see the wheels turning in her mind, "Hey, this is MY house. I remember this place. I just haven't been here in forever!" Poor Chloe. It was to my joy that I discovered that Chloe really wasn't that afraid of Flynn (as long as he is lying down and as long as he is not wearing his cone--once the cone is on, forget it) and Flynn could really care less about her. Maybe it is because of his advanced age, but now he'll be on his bed and she'll walk within inches of him and he won't even lift his head. I am so happy!
She still doesn't get the attention she used to get, but that is largely due to my work hours leaving very little time for much else in the evenings besides cooking and eating dinner. And now sometimes, while we catch a little t.v. before bed, she'll come downstairs and jump up on my lap for awhile. Just like the old days.

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