Sold a pup
Oct 06, 2020
3 minutes
Until last week I’d forgotten how old my labrador, Sam, was. I’m hopeless on birthdays and honestly thought he had just about gone eight. It was Will, owner of his litter sister, Ella, who put me right – the lad’s fast coming up 12. You wouldn’t believe it to look at him: he’s sleek, carries no weight, his black coat’s still as glossy as ever and there’s not a grey hair in sight. True enough he isn’t quite as
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