Bollo's Birthday Bash

My wolf man recently made three years old. *sighs * It’s hard to believe that almost three years have passed since we picked up the little (rather chunky) bundle of fun that resembled a seal cub. Since then, he has transformed into the colossal thirty seven kilo hound we see today.

We’ve had our ups and downs. Three different training classes and several pairs of wellies later (he had a penchant for wellington boots as a pup); I’ve probably divorced him far more than married him throughout our years together. But I have to admit, everyday he manages to squeeze a smile out of me one way or another.

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