Front Porch Rollout

Living room walls were getting way too tight for stadium-sized energy, so I slipped out past the cracked screen door onto the sunlit front porch. Fresh air hits different when you're built for world tours. Parked right by the railing was an old, battered skateboard covered in faded stickers. I leaped up onto the gritty black grip tape on all four paws, locking in my stance like a headline act taking the ramp. I gave the deck a firm backward shove with my rear paw, rolling the board forward an inch across the porch planks with a gritty, thunderous clatter. The outdoor tour is officially in motion.