One morning a few years back my mum went to church and when she got there a little puppy had been found in the bush out the front, ribs easily visible and very frightened of people. Nobody knew what to do with him. Nobody particularly wanted him and neither did mum considering she already had birds, a dog and a cat. Seeing as though nobody was going to take him in, they were about to ring the pound, but knowing he may have been put down mum took him in and fattened him up. We assume he was dumped considering he was only around 6 weeks old and on how hungry he looked. Moses, which we named him later on, has grown into one of the friendliest dogs and loves his food more then ever.