Tango’s Tzaneen

I think I am a pretty lucky pooch. Every day my Mom takes me out the house for some exercise. I get to see the highs and lows of Tzaneen and one thing that has really started to grind my gears is the amount of rubbish on the streets.

Most mornings we go running so I don’t have a lot of time to stop and check out all the trash. I have to say, I’m not big into this running thing. I’m a labrador after all, we fit into the ‘chunky but funky’ category.

Anyway, sometimes we get to really slow things down and Mom takes me out on a real sniffari.

Then I get to have a real good sniff of everything. And I mean EVER-Y-THING.

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I’ve picked up a few stray chicken bones in the past. Mom goes nuts, feeling her wrath is totally not worth it. I swear this one time she almost tickled my lungs trying to retrieve that thing from my throat.

She says chicken bones can make me really sick and I’ll have to go see a man called ‘Dewet’. I’m not exactly sure who he is but my boet had to go see him recently after he got a grass seed stuck up his nose (idiot). He came back looking like he’d seen Lassie’s ghost and to this day refuses to talk about it.

Basically all this rubbish stops me checking out the good smells.

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This one time I cut my paw really badly on some broken glass too. I was totally out of the sniffari game for a solid two weeks and got cabin fever like you can’t believe – there is only so much I can do in a day to occupy myself.

So I’m just wondering why you humans see the need to throw your stuff onto the roads and path ways?

There are bins dotted all over the show. I know this because they make great pee-pee spots.

So c’mon Tzaneen, help a pooch out and keep your litter off the streets.