Don’t Fence Me In

I live in a gated community. Now that Sam is mobile, we’ve set up gates across every major opening to the areas we don't want her wandering into, like say the stairs or the cats’ eating area. Not because I’m afraid she’ll bother the cats, but because she’s developed a taste for Little Friskies. So these days I’m walking around the house, stretching my legs over each gate. I look like a hurdler trying out for an Olympic event. No wonder I'm losing weight, what with all the hurdling and baby obstacle course training I’m doing. But hey, my sidekicks look smashing.