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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.
THROUGH THE EYES OF YOUR DOG
Sunday, September 2, 2018
HUNTERS KILL FOR FUN OR SPORT.
How can people be so soulless to kill animals for pleasure and see the light in their animal eyes forever gone?
We often: ‘Why does a loving God allow this or that tragedy?’ Perhaps the answer is very obvious. People who play God create their own destinies.
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