First Step on Stone

The dry grass tickled my paws, but my body felt frozen until a cool evening breeze rustled nearby. I gave my front paw a deliberate lift. It moved! Firm and ready, I pressed my heavy front paw right onto the raised edge of the concrete step. The stone was cool and steady beneath me. Behind me, the black leash handle clicked softly against the lawn. I tightened my stance, watchful and alert, guarding this very post.