When we moved in, our backyard had an urban jungle meets ancient ruins, meets city dump thing going on. The fence was so badly rotten that it was falling over, and the neighbor's landlord had sunk metal posts in cement for the decaying wood fence to lean against as it slowly disintegrated.
The first step was to draw out what the fence would look like. Our landlord and the neighbor on the far side of the fence had to agree on the design which took some... finesse. The original drawings have a trellis which I was really hoping to include but got nixed by both aforementioned parties.
They say that good fences make good neighbors. Although we got off to a rocky start regarding the design and timing of the project, we also ended up discussing the drawings over tea and cookies which is probably the most sensible setting for such talks.
Demolition is not the right word for what occurred here. I think of it more as removing the fence from life support. It was in such bad shape that every time we removed a nail or a board, several other pieces would drop to the ground. We didn't dismantle it as much as removed the few remaining pieces that were holding it up...
And yet it was still a nice excuse for a pair of brothers to drink beers, play with sledgehammers, and feel super manly for an afternoon.