When I was about 10, we had a dog, named Tshutshu. I don't know where he came from but I know I was begging my mum to get a dog so I assume I wore her down. He was a good dog, I was a lonely child and I talked to him a lot. We even went on walks together, and if I tell you I lived in a village of 300 people, you know it was a rarity. Unfortunately Tshutshu got a taste for our chicken which my mum did not tolerate.He had to go. My grandpa drove him to the fields a few km out, and left him there.