We got one of the famous (infamous) 50 fox terriers rescued by the ASPCA from the Bronx last summer (covered on an Animal Precinct episode). She's six and we named her Sparky. The place was a puppy mill, and she had spent her entire life in a cage. On her first visit to the house upstate, she came up into my woodshop on the second floor of the house. I heard a commotion and looked over in time to see her jump out the window! I ran downstairs wondering how to tell my daughter that her dog of one week had bought the farm. Outside, Libby had the dog by the collar and a quizzical look on her face and asked, "Dad how did Sparky get out of the house?" Took a while for her to believe me. VI