Nowhere that needs going to

We've kept the gate to our backyard open to make it easier for the guy who's delivering our firewood.
Time was, we couldn't do that. Marley'd be gone before we could call his name.
He has, however, in his 14+ years, seen, smelled, and heard pretty much all that he needs. He'll still go for a walk with us and seems pleased to find out what's new in the neighborhood.
Exploring on his own, however, is best done in our yard. He walks to the open gate, considers the price of wandering, and decides that it's best right here at home.