I've got a question for all you smart people out there. Any idea why Oliver likes to live on the edge so much? I mean quite literally. If we go for a hike Oliver walks right on the edge of the path, usually one foot on the path and one in the weeds. If we walk along a sidewalk next to a wall, one shoulder is usually touching the wall. If he is sitting in a chair he is usually half on, half off. The same with the couch. He usually sleeps with one leg hanging off the side of the bed. ... and all of this is only worthy of mention because, well, he falls a lot. Out of chairs, especially. You'd think after falling out of a chair so many times he would learn to sit with his butt securely planted -- but no! There is something to the feeling of being. ... precarious, I guess -- that appeals to him. So anytime we go someplace with a ledge or water nearby, I am always a nervous wreck, waiting for the fall. Of course, he doesn't usually fall in those places, but given his generally clumsy nature I often worry and wonder why he always needs to be so close to the edge.