Oliver

A week on and tiny little Oliver looked a lot healthier when I went personal training this evening. He was sat on the arm of the sofa when we arrived, the sofa is huge and made him look even tinier. Harry enjoyed playing with him whilst mum and I slogged ourselves to death. Tracey got him from a breeder on the uk when he was nearly ten weeks old, allegedly. The vet estimates that he was closer to 6 weeks when he was brought over here. Goodness knows what the breeder was thinking. Thanks to an enormous amount of care from his new owners, he is now thriving.