A night on the tiles

Typical teenager, heads out at 8pm, you try to get hold of him an hour later but no response, it gets to 11.30pm and you decide 'right, sod him, I'm locking the door'. You expect to be awoken at some point during the night by pleas to be let back in to the dry and warm... but no. Your neighbour opens the door to let out her dog at 07.00 and a very wet creature is on her doorstep, obviously been up all night, God knows where. When you open your own front door, he slinks back indoors sheepishly and with not a word. It's the first time he has done such a thing and it will no doubt not be the last! Fortunately, we live away from any traffic and with only a few houses within striking distance he could not come to much harm on his wanders. But still, as a concerned parent, you can't help but worry and fret about the little blighter. Dogs, who'd have 'em.