I step outside my door, ready to feel the fresh fall air. My dog is by my side, with her leash in my hand, I take the first step…
We step off the driveway, and cross the street onto the sidewalk as a red car passes. My dog stops and glares at the glossy paint, then she moves along, and with her, I take another step…
My dog sniffs the ground as she continues past our turn. When she realized that I did not follow her, she glances at me, as I pause to look back at her. She trots her way over to my side, and I take another step…
We pass a house with a fenced backyard, and a dog barking at us as we walk by. My dog lifts her head from the grass to examine the fence, but moves along without a sound, so I take another step…
Making our way across a street, I watch my dog as she looks up at the green shiny street sign, but she does not flinch. We make our way back onto the sidewalk, and I take another step…
Approaching the mossy colored fountain, I look over at the child sliding down the crimson slide and remember when that used to be me, the carefree times when I could go down a slide and not worry about the numerous tasks that had to be done. Once my dog finished slurping her water, I took the first step back home…
We took the same route home, crossing the street, passing the homes, making our turn, then a black car passed by. My dog had no desire to look at it, she had her faces fixed on our home, her haven, her bed. Continuing on, I took another step…
Arriving at the door, she was tired ready to lay down, and I needed to get back to schoolwork, our time was up. As I opened the door, she ran to her bed, and I took the final step…