So, so far this dog has escaped out of everything we have put him in. 3 foot fence? He will climb it. Nylon tent? He will rip the zipper.

So, I purchased a standard "small dog" crate with latched doors to leave him in when we go out.

So, Friday, Matt and I go to the American Craft Beer Fest for a night of all-you-can-drink beer (yikes). When we returned home, we found a roll of paper towels unwound, leading down our long hall from the living room to our bedroom. At the end of said paper towels, was Ozzie, chewing away, tail wagging.