Scruffy was a difficult choice. I received a call from my friend that volunteers for Hunter Animal Rescue. She was in need of someone to adopt this little dog. Poor Scruffy looked to have had a hard life. His hair was all matted and his eye was sunken due to a unknown previous trauma to the head. They said he may have a neurological problem, but the pound was unable to tell to what extent without getting an MRI done. The cost involved was over $3000 and that didn't include treatment, if one could be found. Given that he was a senior dog, the pound seeked rescue group help to see if there were any alternatives for this fella. There were no other alternatives for him. I had a property and had taken in strays in the past, and my friend at HAR was desperate to find this little guy a home. I had to say no unfortunately, as my health wasn't the best. It took a few days but then realised that I was his last resort. I rang my HAR friend and said that I would give this little guy a home if he gets along well on the property and with the 2 other resident dogs.
My HAR friend drove from Newcastle to the outskirts of Taree. A nice long trip. She got to the property and when I saw him I realised I was doing the right thing. There was nothing of the little guy and his hair was all matted. He slowly made friends with the resident dogs, horses, and myself. I was worried every time he went out the back of the property that he might get stood on by a horse or find a hole in the fencing. But he came into the house whenever he was called. The little guy, who I named Scruffy, fitted in perfectly with the family. I got him shaved and desexed and was proud as punch when everybody asked about him on the street. My mother and niece took to him straight away. My niece said "Awwww!! I want a rescue dog".
He is now living the life he was meant for. He does have seizures from time to time, but otherwise is a normal healthy dog.