Conquering the Clay Peak

I squeezed right through the crack in the sliding door—out into the big open air! Grrr-ha! The ground out here wasn't carpet at all, just rough, sun-warmed red bricks. Right in front of me sat a giant overturned terracotta pot. Challenge accepted! I dug my plush paws against the gritty clay rim, kicked with both feet, and hauled my stuffing all the way onto the flat bottom. From up here, the whole green lawn stretched out like an endless jungle! I planted my feet wide and let out a mighty rumble. I've officially conquered the outdoors!