The Land of Yard

Once upon a time, in a land called Yard, there was a fence. Well built and sturdy in appearance, this fence had been aged and weathered with the times. Over the years the cedar boards had withstood rain and snow, strong winds and flying projectiles. The fence was a good one. Many years later, after the first post had been driven the Kings and Queens of Yard obtained a new guard. At first the guard looked rather small and innocuous. The beast could hardly walk properly and spent most of her time trotting in the steps of her superiors. Yet as time drew on this guardian grew. The once toddling steps became efficient leaps, the yipping speech became strong barks and the guardian took up her duties with heartfelt joy. As the guardian grew older so too did the fence. Once strong boards finally began to weaken and creak with the strain. The Guardian of Yard grew overzealous in her duties. At last, on a overcast fall day, while performing her hourly perimeter check the guard found a person of interest. Even though the fence was aged its boards still performed their duty, still kept these strangers out, but the guard was puffed up. She overstepped her regulations and tried to scare these strangers, to send them running away. The Guardian of Yard broke the fence. In her eagerness, she overlooked the fences importance, she broke its boards and went leaping out of Yard. The rulers of Yard were most distressed and unhappy, they ran after their guard and retrieved the bouncing beast, glad to have the animal back and safe once more. Guard was sentenced to a week of confinement and the indignity of a leash. Meanwhile the King of Yard went out and sought new boards, he brought them back and loyally repaired the fence. Now the fence has brighter boards and strong nails to help remind the guard her duties lie inside of Yard. Once more the fence and guard may work together watching over the land of Yard.

 Ok ok, so I couldn't help myself. My family keeps asking for an update so ta-dah. Mokey did break the fence. Again. Luckily once she got out she merely hopped around and didn't offer to injure the person or dog she was so crazy about to start with. It was actually a little reassuring - once I stopped hyperventilating with the panic that seeing a furry butt squeeze through a fence brought on. In other news Mokey and I started a 'fearful/aggressive' dog class again. She's doing well - she already knows all the tricks but its a great place to practice and people/dog watch.

Where's Momo?