The door opens and there in was my new dog, even though I’d never seen him dog before.”He must be a stray.” He was already trained but know collar.I was just about to call the pound when the he run through the front door. Crash bang!!! piles glass every were. He ran upstairs to my bedroom, jumped up on my bed with his muddy feet. He sat there and looked at me. I went to get him a second hand collar and on it, it said scruffy with my phone number on it. Then he was my dog, scruffy.