We were asked us to visit a house where a skinny dog was tied up in the front garden. We were told a man and his girlfriend came to the house a couple of times a week to feed a dog our witness believed was kept in the house, but the man didn't feed the dog tied in the front garden.
When we got to the house the front garden was a disgusting mess, piled up with dog poo, rubbish and dog cages.
There was a slight crack in the front door; so we poked our heads into darkness. The stench of rotting faeces hit us first, our eyes were burning with the reek of ammonia. In the darkness we could see four small black figures against the pale coloured floor, a reclining chair, a television, computer and other living room items. Surrounding the four black dogs all we could see was faeces. Poo, shit, excrement, dry, wet, on everything and the four little ones were covered in it.
As we pushed the door wide enough a small head appeared through the opening, along with a foot, long claws and the eyes of a mother dog in prison with her three children desperate to escape their living hell.
The tears in our eyes were increasing with the emotion and the stench. There was no turning away now. Lifting them out one by one, there was no resistance just fright. In the daylight, they looked pitiful and helpless. We knew they were now going to a better place.