O Wolfhound, Where Art Thou?

A cruel turn of nature is that my peach trees try to get an early start, only to be smited by a few nights well below freezing, which is the next few nights.
A cruel turn of nature is that my peach trees try to get an early start, only to be smited by a few nights well below freezing, which is the next few nights.

Let you had forgotten, Hawken the Irish Wolfhound remains the talk of the town. I still walk him every day, usually on our “winter route,” which includes an extra mile way back in the woods.

A friend of mine called February a “hard month,” and I can’t dispute it. Many around me have struggled with one thing and another, and there is a climate of discouragement about.

Eisenhower High School cheerleaders yell for their Eagles at the game last night. I haven't been and Eagle in 38 years, and feel far more a part of the local schools we cover here in the Ada Area.
Eisenhower High School cheerleaders yell for their Eagles at the game last night. I haven’t been and Eagle in 38 years, and feel far more a part of the local schools we cover here in the Ada Area.

I’m shooting well, both for news and sports. Last night I covered the Class 5A area consolation basketball game between the Ada Cougars and my alma mater, the Eisenhower Eagles. It was oddly comforting to see the Ike cheerleaders dressed almost exactly the same as they did in 1981.

The forecast low tonight is 12ºF, so I bought a tank of propane for the heater I place in Hawken’s area under the back deck to keep him warm. I got under there with him, and it is actually decently comfortable. Sleep well, my giant companion.

Hawken the Irish Wolfhound braces against the cold. Despite the arrival of very cold temperatures, he seems more comfortable in the cold than in the heat of summer.
Hawken the Irish Wolfhound braces against the cold. Despite the arrival of very cold temperatures, he seems more comfortable in the cold than in the heat of summer.