[ Please take in how little this dog omen is paying attention with its focus entirely elsewhere, as if it's avoiding looking at Mister LaRusso for the rest of its life. ...or until he gets on the board and starts moving, but that's close enough to a lifetime.

But an omen can't truly appreciate the sight of a middle-aged man nearing his fifties quite like Robby can, even with a connection. Really, it's a shame Robby couldn't get the man a helmet and protective gear--it would've made this day perfect. He's smiling at Mister LaRusso regardless, where he stands waiting, his board tucked by his arm. ]

I would've taken that performance for a Christmas present. [ Yes, so good, Mister LaRusso. But, cheek aside-- ] It's okay, you'll get your own back. There's no way I'm not gonna fall.

[ But Robby is prepared for it, resigned even, so it doesn't show as much more than a joke. There's a side path around the house that helps to lead into the back, where some work has been done on the garden itself, and then also....there's a literal ramp. Because why not?

There's a way up from one of the ends that Robby takes, while his omen follows in after Mister LaRusso, sitting closer to the house to keep watch.

Let's just let Robby have a moment up here to stretch his limbs after putting down his board. But from up there, he will ask: ]

You ever get a dumb idea you know's dumb, but you have to try it anyway?