Mapping the Edge

I trotted straight through the open patio door toward the morning breeze! After being inside for so long, the front porch felt huge. I followed the rough wooden planks one by one, keeping my nose low to trace the seam where the boards ended. Right at the stone step leading into the garden, I discovered a neat row of smooth grey pebbles forming a border along the dirt path. I carefully placed each front paw along the stony line, pacing forward like a very focused explorer until I found a tiny discarded silver screw nestled in the gravel.