Hydrant Patrol

I trotted along the concrete sidewalk until I spotted the neighborhood's big yellow fire hydrant! Resting right on its heavy cast-iron side nut was a discarded strip of bright yellow reflective safety tape fluttering like an active signal ribbon. Emergency gear inspection ready to roll! I leaped up onto the rounded curb with all four paws to pat down the flying strip, but whoops! My back paws caught the smooth rim of an empty plastic bottle rolling near the gutter. I did a goofy belly-slide right across the curb edge, bumping my snout straight against the cold iron flange! Clink! The jolt nudged the reflective tape flat against the metal bolt where it stuck tight, gleaming brightly in the midday sun. Hydrant marker secured and station ready for action!