Poor Toby

For the last year my little Toby has taken it upon himself to patrol our borders keeping one eye (that's all he can see with through the hole at the bottom of the fence) on the neighbors yappy dogs. Well, at certain times of the year that is ok but in the spring and summer when I have worked hard to grow flowers in flower beds it is not.
Unfortunately Toby's "Border Patrols" came to an abrupt halt today when I put up a fence. Toby: "WTF?"

"This sucks!"

"Uh Mom, why is there a fence here?"

Toby dreaming:" I spent all frigging day trying to figure out how to get over that frigging fence."