Our Story
Origin Story
Picture it. A little boy in Buffalo, Wyoming.
ong before Boulder Puppy, there was Bartholomew. He was an Old English Sheepdog — or “Barley” as we called him — and my first true best friend. Quietly loyal. Constantly watchful. Always nearby. He was the beginning of a lifelong love affair with dogs.
Around that same time, my favorite book was Dogs, Dogs, Dogs. The pages were so well loved they were literally dog-eared. I studied every breed, but one photograph stopped me every single time: a man standing beside the world's tallest dog, an Irish Wolfhound towering over six feet on his hind legs. I was captivated. One day, I promised myself, I'd have one.
Like many childhood dreams, that one simply waited patiently.
Growing up, my mother was an unapologetic Anglophile. Everything British fascinated her — from a pen pal she corresponded with for more than sixty years to the names we gave our dogs. Moby. Nigel. Remington. Oliver. Linus. Brooklyn (which enjoyed a surge after power couple David and Victoria Beckham named their first son Brooklyn). And today: Pandora — “Pandy” for short.
The Irish Wolfhound may still be in my future, although I've found myself captivated for the past fifteen years by the gentle giant: the English Mastiff.
Fast forward a thousand years — or at least it feels that way — and my home has become a revolving door of wagging tails, muddy paws, and joyful reunions. Dogs don't just visit my house; they become part of it. I often joke that I have a steady stream of furry suitors arriving at my door.
So… what's love got to do with it?
Everything!
Boulder Puppy was never simply about dog walking or pet sitting. It's about creating the kind of place I wanted for Barley all those years ago — a home where dogs are known, understood, celebrated, and loved as the remarkable individuals they are.
Every dog who crosses that threshold becomes part of that story.
Hunter Margolf
Founder, Boulder Puppy
