Who said Abby was the bad one??

John and I were leaving to play softball and had been gone about 20 minutes when John realized that the regulation softballs were still in his car at home. We drive home to find Jackie Boy out on the tiny ledge over the garage. He had scratched/chewed his way through the upstairs window screen and climbed out onto the roof!! We know he's a nervous dog and he doesn't like to be alone.. but HOW COULD THIS POSSIBLY BE BETTER?!