Mjolnir finished pacing the bounds of the cabin property. He still didn't like the feel of the southern boundery, and the crick was lower then ever. Perhaps he had better cast the wards twice daily - at least until after the full moon. No sense in being lacksadasical. If a little extra effort prevented problems - well, so be it.

Besides - the time spent casting the boundaries would be that much less time spent in the company of the fool canine. When the creator gave out brains, that creature certainly had missed the line for her gifts.