Mange the dog

This evening after the little ones went to bed, John decided to go out for a ride on his street bike. When he got back, he came inside and asked me to meet him in the back with the cat food. I though this was very strange and immediately thought he brought home a dog after i had been saying we didn't need one with all that is going on in our lives. Lets just say I was right. While he was out riding, he had gone to Piedmont. On the side of the road, he happen to come across 3 puppies on the side of the road that had been abandoned and abused. It was really sad to see =(... Another person stopped also and was going to try to get the others. John got the only one he could fit on the bike and rode home with it down 85. He said he got quite a few looks. When he brought it in the back, it looked very pitiful and we immediately started with trying to feed it since it was obviously starving. Our neighbors from down the street, Niel and Mary, had seen John ride in with it and came down to check things out. They are big animal lovers and actually helped bring us some cream for his back that was all torn up because someone had poured something on the litter, and the dog had open wounds on its back. After getting it fed, we proceeded to bathe it and then put the cream on him. Due to his place, John started calling him mange. I tried to lobby for another name, but it didn't stick. After a while, him and John went to bed int he play room. According to John, it was a long first night. The next day, John took him to Dr. McPhell (our vet for June) and had him checked out. Dr. PcPhell said he did not have mange, just to keep it clean and the cream on and try to get him to gain some weight and in better shape before shots. I thought Mange was going to be rescued and then "free to a good home", but I reluctantly agreed to out him on a two week probational period. Needless to say, all the kids and John fell for him and it was going well, so we now have Mange the dog, or better said, Mange the mutt.