Our 95-Pound Weakling

/ Richard R. Barron / 1 Comment
Your humble host plays with Hawken the Irish Wolfhound in the back yard Sunday night.
Your humble host plays with Hawken the Irish Wolfhound in the back yard Sunday night.
When Hawken plays, he likes to get his mouth around you. As you can see, Abby's slender hand is almost entirely inside his mouth.
When Hawken plays, he likes to get his mouth around you. As you can see, Abby’s slender hand is almost entirely inside his mouth.

Abby and I took Hawken the Irish Wolfhound to the vet yesterday to have him weighed, a necessity for dosing of meds for heartworm and parasites (fleas and ticks.)

I though loading him into the truck would be more difficult than it was, but he is tall enough to get in and out by himself.

Abby tries to usher Hawken around the back deck as the sun goes down Sunday.
Abby tries to usher Hawken around the back deck as the sun goes down Sunday.
I let social media have some fun with this image, asking them to write a caption for it.
I let social media have some fun with this image, asking them to write a caption for it.

At the vet, Abby and I were both surprised, since he is just five months old, to find he weighed 95 pounds.

He is completely healthy.

At one point Abby was tugging at his leash to keep him in one spot and the leash broke, sending Abby back and to the floor, fortunately landing squarely on her butt, uninjured.

Abby hugs Hawken around the neck. He is her third Irish Wolfhound.
Abby hugs Hawken around the neck. He is her third Irish Wolfhound.

 

1 Comment

  1. I love getting my arms around a whole lotta dog. That said, tell him I expect improved leash behavior. Mommy shouldn’t be falling down. Good luck; Daffy still pulls like she’s trying to win an Ironman Triathalon.

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