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A blog for dogs who take their owners on daily WALKIES.

I, Onesock Dog, was born in a Cape Town squatter-camp.
My first daddy put me in a P&P plastic bag and tried to sell me, at the traffic lights on Blaauwberg rd., for booze money.
BAT (The Blaauwberg Animal Trust) and My New Daddy saved on me on New Year’s Eve 2005.

Thanks Daddy for not letting me become a Pit-bull- practice has-been.

Life through the eyes of a dog called OneSock


Thursday, May 8, 2014

A porcupine ate Mommy's Arum Lilies in the front garden yesterday.
 Mommy said that at least the he can not get to the back.    Well he did.   He dug under the gate last night.
I barked to tell them to go and look, but they said "Shut up Onesock, go to your box.  Sleep!"   Now they have no Arum Lilies left.
 It is frustrating to be a Dog when people just don't listen.   People think we bark for nothing.

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