He was still there when we got home two hours later. That means that somebody up there is telling you to do the right thing.
We left the back door slightly ajar so he could go out if he wanted to after eating and drinking, but when we came home he was curled up on the vacuum cleaner bag sleeping. Bridget put him outside and he came back. Three times in a row.
I don’t know if we’re going to keep him, because I’m deathly allergic to cats. But right now I think we’re doing the right thing.
The dog has no idea of our little infraction (he’s staying outside tonight), but is becoming slightly suspicious.