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.

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