Tackling the Gravel

The patio door was cracked open just a sliver! I squeezed right through and hit the great outdoors! Out here, the ground isn't smooth wood at all—it's a whole sea of rough, crunchy little pebbles. I took one big leap off the stone step and landed squarely on the gravel. Crunch! A bunch of tiny gray stones scattered everywhere. I lowered my snout, gave a fat, rounded brown pebble a firm shove with both front paws, and sent it skittering right into the dirt. Real terrain under my paws at last!