Morning Kickoff

I couldn't stay cooped up inside another minute, so I slipped through the cracked porch door and took off down the stone path at a full sprint. Heading straight toward the wooden front gate, I spotted the ultimate new piece of gear—a smooth, glossy chestnut sitting right on the gravel. I skidded to a halt, lined up my angle, and launched a quick tap with my front paw. The chestnut spun forward with a clatter and rolled cleanly between two terracotta flowerpots. Total goal! Morning outdoor training has officially begun.