I drove past this plastic picker this morning (September 14) and this little pup was tied to the trolley running on the tar.

The tongue was hanging out. I know how far these people travel and I tell you, these little legs wouldn’t make it to tonight.

I always have bowls and water and leads and food in my car, so I stopped. I couldn’t communicate with this guy – he didn’t understand English, Afrikaans or the little bit of Sesotho that I threw around.

I motioned to him to give me the dog but he wanted money.

I didn’t have any on me. What could I do?

The thought entered my head to grab and run but my running isn’t great.

So I tried to show him the dog couldn’t run on the tar by grabbing his hand and pulling it along the surface then showing him the paws.

I tried to do the best with what I had and made it a bed on top of the plastic. I gave the guy water and a bowl and a lead and made him put the dog on top of the trolley and walk with it that way.

If this is your dog he is making his way through Three Rivers into town. If you gave him the dog, I hope you know you have condemned this little life to hardship and sufferance. These people are dirt poor. They can’t take care of themselves, let alone an animal.

I hope life will so freely dish out karma to you as you dished out by not doing the right thing by taking the dog to the SPCA.