Paws in the Grass  

“What are we going to do today?” is my question of the morning.

Rachell surprises me. She picks me up and away we go. She heads to the back door and out onto a small porch. The storm door shuts behind us as we head toward the stepping stones that line a pathway surrounding the house. She stops at the stone’s edge and gently places me into some grass.

I relish the touch of grass beneath my paws wondering, “Wow. What are these soft bristles that tickle my feet?”

“Go ahead, Chester. Use the potty out here in the grass sweetie,” Rachell instructs.

Gaining my courage to move, I lift each foot to step farther into the yard.

“This is nice to walk about and look for a spot to go to the bathroom outside. This sure beat having a mess in my crate. That was my routine before coming to live with Rachell.“

“Is this what life is going to be for me?” I am excited at the thought of discovering new things. 

“Today, I dominate grass,“ I beam. “Tomorrow the world!”