grover

my friend evan has a dog. his name is grover. he's a chocolate lab/weimaraner mix.
why do i bring up a dog that isn't even mine?
this is why:
over spring break, evan's house got broken into. his house is set up weird. there's two sides, so that means there's two different doors. well, some stuff from the other side got stolen, but, the police think grover scared them off.
well...technically, dogs aren't allowed where evan lives, so, when the property manager found out, grover had to leave.
so he's staying with us.
now, grover is very well trained. by evan. and he responds best to evan. not so much me.
he also has some pretty dark fur, so he's hard to see at night. tonight was no exception.
i let him outside, and he wandered around, and i went inside to grab my headlamp so i could follow him and make sure he didn't wander off.
he wandered off.
i got really worried because, you know, not my dog. it's one thing to loose your dog. it's another to loose someone else's.
after a few minutes of searching and shaking a cup of food in the hopes that he would come running, i heard whining. i followed the sound of the whining, and lo and behold, there he was. he was at the door of a house. i'm guessing he got lost and couldn't figure out where he was, so he just started to go up to doors.
what an adventure.