Hawken looks at me as I work to build a gate to keep him out of the garage.The derpy Hawken meets the edgy and defensive Sierra.
Raising the giant puppy is going predictably. Hawken, who I have taken to calling Hawk or Hawkendoodle, weighed 46 pounds Monday at the vet. He is sincere and loving. He plays too hard and injures us. The Chihuahuas fight with him constantly, and he thinks this is a game and that they are toys.
Sierra and Max double team Hawken as he gets too close to Abby on the couch, as you can plainly see on all three of their faces.
I repurposed a latticework wooden gate and attached it with hinges on the outside of the back door of the garage so I could have it open for light and ventilation and still keep Hawk secured in the back yard.
I installed this gate to let the breeze and light into the garage when I work out there, and still keep Hawken safe in the back yard.Hawken and I play in the back yard a week ago. He’s only 12 weeks old in this image.Abby meets with untrained puppyness as she begins the process of leash training last week with Hawken. He caught on fairly quickly, and is doing well now. Rebuilding the roofless doghouse on the left side of the frame is one of my tier 1 projects in the coming days.Mushrooms and squash roast on our propane grill. I also made hobo potatoes, a hamburger for Abby and a veggie chicken thing for me.
He’s going to be a good dog.
I also cooked out for the first time this season, and it was amazing.
I worked a couple of hours, one of the few Mondays of the year I work, since the Ada Cougars host their only golf tournament then.
On the way home, I called Abby and asked if she would eat breakfast from McDonald’s, which she said she would. Anyone who knew Dad knew that he loved buying the family breakfast from McDonald’s when we visited, and as we ate, it tasted and felt like those days.
Abby ate my Canadian bacon, since I am a vegetarian, but neither of us touched the sausage. It was a fun breakfast that reminded us of my dad.
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