For once I feel we got it right.
I went and picked up the 8 month old male. He is lovely and the lady had taken him from her son who was abusing him and keeping him in a crate for 20 hours plus.
Apparently he had been under weight. She had re-started his vaccinnations and done a good job but when she had to leave him for a hospital appointment he had chewed up her home and she really couldn't cope.
So we have managed to take a very nice Stafford from a bad situation which is what rescue is supposed to be about.
He is zonked out under my kitchen table at the moment, he is no trouble and for now we can cope.
By the way, his name is Marley.
Photos tomorrow.
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