Today is World Dog Day. A good moment to remember my best pal Bolle. In loving memory I share an old photo of him. The photo is framed and on my desk. I shot the photo maybe 1978/80. He was sitting on his favourite place - a chair with a very cozy cushion - on the balcony and was ready for a nap in the sunshine. On the balcony (see left side) was a gap, where he could look down. When I came home from school, I whistled, he looked down, saw me on the street and then he started barking like mad. My mother hated this, but couldn't prevent it - it was just too much fun for both of us!
He loved children. Even old, half blind and deaf he watched over my little daughter, if she played in the garden. She was three years old, when he died. She still remembers him.
Bolle died at an age of almost 18 years. He is until now loved and missed. His grave is in our garden, beneath a rosebush at the side of a listed baroque memorial.
Bolle 1974-1992
Aww what a sweet boy! I'm glad he had such a lovely long life with you:)
Yes - until this many years we all still miss him and still talking about him!