

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.


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.

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.