Rowlf climbed out of his dog bed and stretched. He noticed that there was a lot of commotion on the stairs. Looking up as he passed by he saw Gonzo setting up some kind of elaborate contraption as Camilla and the other chickens fluttered around him clucking. Rowlf was hungry, though, so he simply shrugged and continued on to the kitchen.
Staying as much out of the Swedish Chef's way as he could, Rowlf got out his food bowl and filled it with a scoop of his newest bag of kibbles. He sat down at the table and tucked into his food. He had recently changed from chicken flavored kibble to beef flavored kibble because Camilla had seen the bag of the chicken kind and gotten terribly upset. He was still trying to decide which type he liked better.
Rowlf finished the bowl of kibbles sooner than he wanted to. That always seemed to happen. With a sigh and a wistful gaze at the bag of dog food, he got up, washed the empty bowl, and put it away. He didn't want another lecture from the vet about overeating. Or from the Muppet Show costume designer. It was time for a walk.
As he passed by the staircase again, he saw that Gonzo was now strapping himself to his contraption, further distressing his entourage of chickens. He also noticed the line for the bathroom was getting long. Rowlf avoided the bathroom at all costs (that's where baths happened, after all) and never really understood why everyone else was always so eager to get in there every morning. Outside was so much nicer and there was never any line. He grabbed his leash from its hook by the door and clipped it to his collar.
Heading out the door, Rowlf couldn't keep his tail from wagging. The city traffic was loud, but compared to the chaos of the boarding house, it was a peaceful place to take himself for a walk. He headed for his favorite park. He could find a good stick for a round or two of Fetch with himself when he got there and maybe say good morning to some of his canine friends.
