As a pet owner I join legions of people who are devoted to their pets and consider their pets as members of their family. Yesterday our little Jack found a way out of our fenced in back yard unbeknownst to us until my daughter heard a knock at the door; opened the door to find our new next door neighbor holding Jack in his arms. He said that he saw Jack across the street in the Post Office parking lot and that Jack had come to him without a problem. My daughter thanked our next door neighbor, a very nice person by the way, profusely and carried Jack over to me. I was in the middle of preparing dinner but I turned everything off so that I could go out back and walk the perimeter once again. I was shocked that he had runaway because a.Jack hadn’t been outside for more than twenty minutes and b. I had blockaded the bottom portion of the fence encompassing the whole backyard with my best friend last fall. I found the break in the bottom portion of the fence off behind the back of the shed, not very visible from the doorway. I put the wood pieces back and picked some heavy stones to keep the boards in place, smashing my middle finger in the process. I don’t use bad words, but oh boy, did a few escape my lips when the stone fell on my finger. When I came back in, I showed my injured finger to Jack and said “You see what Maman goes through for you. You little crazy man you” We love our little Jack and if he had escaped permanently, it would have been tragic. Now I make sure that I only let the dogs out together because Jack stays with Rex, he tends to be less apt for mischief when he is playing with Rex. The little troublemaker.