POLO galloped towards me, tongue lolling out in greeting, blue eyes dancing in delight.

Sisters Lily and Lulu gently sniffed at my outstretched hand, decided it was acceptable and approved of my offered tidbit.

These three puppies milled about beside the busy highway, jumping anxiously whenever a vehicle roared past, dangerously fast, driver unseeing. Pickings were slim - there was only a meagre stall on the verge, serving Kopi-O. Not exactly a canine diet.

'You'd better take them,' the stall-owner told me. 'There's nothing for them here but death.

'They'll get hit by a truck or collapse for lack of food. Quick or slow, they'll be dead just the same.'

They're friendly and trusting souls, the Three Musketeers, and deserve a second chance - they'll love you for it! 💕🐾