While Aunt Tudi and I were gone to physical therapy, Fitzgerald got out of the fence again. He broke the stick that Janice had put through the fence and climbed through the resulting hole. We have it fixed to where he can't do that again. Great Lady only knows where he'll try to get out the next time. If this keeps up, I'll just have to crate him until he's old enough to be trusted in the general population indoors while we're gone. I don't want to give the dog up because we are indeed quite bonded. He's made my life a misery, but damn if I haven't tightly bonded to Fitzgerald.