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
THROUGH THE EYES OF YOUR DOG
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Picking up sinkers and throwing them back into the sea
People are funny. The men in this town get up early in the morning, then they go to the sea, to look for a sinker they threw away the day before, just to throw it back the same afternoon.
They like to look for sinkers that belongs to this bloke, 'HolidayMakers'
He must be spending all his time throwing lead into the sea.