The Front Yard - Sooooooo Much More Fun

For example, says Stella, if I play my cards right I can slowly move from near the front step out to the boulevard where I can see so much further down the street. And guard. Of course, guard.

And here's the other thing - Axel, the cat, gets to go out in the front yard whenever he dang well pleases. What am I? Chopped liver? What's up with that? I thought I had some seniority around here.

Ah Stella, Stella, Stella. Life is good. We're nearing the one-year anniversary since your surgeries. One month and a few days to go. Keep that heart light burning bright, okay?

Let's go out for a walk.