Pavement Audit

The front walkway was soaking up direct midday sun, practically begging for an executive inspection. I slipped past the gate and trotted down the gravel to where a wide slate slab sat nestled among the clover. A single crinkly brown leaf had dared to occupy the exact center. Naturally, I swatted it off with one decisive flick of my right paw, clearing the zone of unauthorized clutter. Once I confirmed the stone's heat retention met my high standards, I pressed my belly flat against the slate and draped my chin over the rim. The entire driveway is now under active, horizontal supervision. starring: