No. No, I didn’t.

Of course, what I wanted to say was: “Yes. He knows what he did”, or “DUH he’s an AIR dale”, or “man, that guy can JUMP”, or — best of all — “I don’t have a dog”.

But no, I climbed out on the roof (nearly falling myself), clipped a long leash to his collar, and dragged his sorry butt back in. For the record, this is the SECOND of Deana’s animals I’ve risked life and limb to rescue from a high place.

Then, as soon as he got back inside, he wrapped the leash around a table and flipped it — spilling to the floor half a dozen craft mirrors Deana was working on.

I really, really dislike that dog.

And yes, Naval, I need to get a better camera phone.