Dave Cawley the vet gave the dog some water after checking him over then after an hour a bowl of dog food.
He inoculated the dog in case it had picked up an infection after which the dog was back on its feet and wagging its tail.
“Now then what are we to do with you little man asked the vet?
He looked at the McCreadie’s again and said to them that he could keep the dog for a week but if no one came to claim him then the dog would have to be put down.
“Och no said Patricia; can we not take the dog and if no one claims him then we will keep him ourselves. “ He will be well looked after by us Mr Cawley, I assure you of that.
“Well I would rather see the dog looked after than put to sleep.
“Can you give me an address and if anyone knows the dog and comes asking then I can tell them where to find him but my bet is that this dog has been abandoned.”
The vet took a photo of the dog then told Robert that he would put it with the rest on the wall. There were about thirty photos of various breeds that were on the lost dog list.
“Can we buy a collar and lead from you?
“Yes; in fact I have one that would be perfect for this dog; I had to put a dog to sleep this afternoon and the owner said I could keep the collar and lead , you are welcome to it.
Now you will need a dog licence which is five shillings which you can pick up at the post office. He will need a disc with his name and his address too.
“Have you any ideas on what to call him?
Patricia said we will call him “Scamp”.
“Good now give me your address and I will make you a dog tag.”
A few moments later Dave Cawley returned with Scamp on a leather lead and a shiny disc on his collar.
“Thank you Mr Cawley.”
“Don’t forget to get that dog licence mind.” There is a post office just over the road.”
Pat took the dogs lead then called out his new name and the little pup followed happily.
“Looks like we got ourselves a dog said Robert to his sons. That’s me playing second fiddle now.
Robert and James both laughed as they walked over to the post office to pay for the dog licence.
Once they had purchased the licence they set off again and headed for Seahouses. Scamp looked out of the open window of the car as they drove along; every now and then he would turn and lick the face of Patricia.
“Oh she cooed isn’t he lovely?
“I think he needs a bath mother don’t you.
“Yes we will bathe him when we get to Tynemouth.