Evening Boot Patrol

I pushed back through the dog flap as the yard turned completely dark! Coming inside, I trotted straight over to the wooden shoe rack by the entryway. Right there sat a giant pair of worn leather hiking boots with sturdy, braided round laces dangling to the floor! I darted forward and gave one thick lace an energetic tug with my teeth. The heavy boot didn't budge at all, but the lace swung like a pendulum! Satisfied that this spot was secure, I curled my front paws against the thick rubber sole to catch my breath.