By May 27, Little Scruffy's eyes were completely open. Every day, he was packed up and taken along. He helped feed, mow lawns, clean barns, and any number of other things happening on any given day, but he wasn't always called
Little Scruffy Peanut.
A 3 year old called Jane happened to see the cage sitting by a fence in town while I worked in the yard. She played with him for a few minutes and decided to call him Little Scruffy. His last name came later.