The little dog followed me home again this morning, so after Susie and I once more drove him home, I decided it was time to act. Google tells me that the big gated house [4992 sq. ft. !] is owned by a Duke hospital surgeon. I wrote the good doctor a letter explaining that much as I enjoy my quality time with his dog, I cannot keep driving him home, so unless he is confident that the dog can get home on his own [it is a male – my mistake], I think he should take steps [the doctor, not the dog, although Mike may be right that the dog has the upper hand in all of this.] I shall be sorry to see him go.