Happy Birthday Bollo!


The first time I set eyes on my hairy hound he was ten weeks old, a chubby little chap with deep brown eyes and paws the size of plates that he most definitely needed to grow into.

He slotted easily into our household and soon become the focus of much cuddling by my daughter, spoilt by long walks, fed delicious doggy meals and enjoyed many tasty leftovers and treats.

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During his first year he went through three training classes and several pairs of wellingtons (his favourite teething ‘toy’ as a pup) and soon became the thirty-seven kilo lump you see today.

Even at five, he’s an effervescent soul that bounds everywhere and still takes off for his morning walk like there’s a party at the end of the village and he’s missing it. His favourite welcome is a head-butt as he tries to lather you in doggy kisses. When he does his business, he waits for me to gather my bag and lean down to pick up, only to step forward and shower me in tufts of grass in a feeble attempt at covering it up. But… he still manages to squeeze a smile out of me every day and my life simply wouldn’t be complete without him.

Bollo Beach Cornwall

In recent years, he’s not only been a treasured friend and companion, he’s always transformed into my very own partner-in-crime.

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Bollo's Back in Business!

As many of you know, Bollo was born with elbow dysplasia; a degenerative disease of the elbow joint presenting joint and cartilage problems. He had his first operation on both front legs before he was a year old.

If you’ve read my blog for any amount of time, you’ll also know that Bollo is a very effervescent Labrador. Not the calm, wander down the street, walk to heel sort. More the ‘Marley’ knock you to your feet fizz ball. Needless to say, there’s an awful lot of energy to be expended in that 35 kilo ball of fur.

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